Just kidding about the tranquilizers... but still.
So anyway, here I am writing checks, talking on the phone and cleaning out my wallet of a years worth of junk when an overwhelming feeling of doom takes hold of me.
The girls are quiet. Like, really quiet.
I say a prayer and walk out into the living room to see if they are (hopefully) engrossed in The Backyardigans. With a sigh of relief I see that they are. Ten minutes later I go back to check on them. The little angels that they are, they are now snuggled up next to each other on the couch. Eating. Wait... eating? I didn't give them any snacks.
A shot of adrenaline and fear shoots through me as I envision all the things they might be trying to chomp on and digest. I envision old moldy carrots that they hid under their bed - and yes! - would absolutely try to re-eat a week later.
CRUNCH. CRUNCH. Something crunches under my new walking shoes. "What ever could it be??" you might be dying to know. Well, after following a trail of crunchiness over to a side table next to the girls I finally found out:
That, my friends, is a rather large bowl of Lucky Charms cereal minus the "charms". Bad mommy that I was, I forgot to put away the box this morning after breakfast. A medium sized step stool and two sneaky girls: cereal disaster.
I just hope they enjoy their massive sugar high because I will thoroughly enjoy the crash and burn when they pass out on the floor. Maybe then I can finish the damn bills!
