gong

Somedays I swear I can hear a gong in the background of my life. Most of the time life is fairly normal and routine but every now and then things get off kilter and we have a regular $h!t show on our hands! Like Tuesday, for example. I was making supper for a family at our church. Baby J was napping upstairs and Her royal Highness was playing quietly with her dolls. All of a sudden the meat I was browning started smoking which set off the smoke detector that woke up the baby and sent G into a whining frenzy. Oh, and then my phone started ringing. In 12 seconds we went from relative peace to blaring sirens, screaming baby, whiny 3 year old and ringing phone. Just a touch of chaos! Thank goodness T works from home. He came downstairs for 5 minutes until I could restore some semblance of order.

In other news, we started our day today with the discovery of an abandoned pair of scissors and a pile of long blonde hair. Turns out that Little Miss Thang wanted her hair shorter and took matters into her own hands. She cut off CHUNKS of hair. There are some places where the hair is only about an inch long. Lovely. Just in time for our Christmas photo. The only redeeming factor is the most of the ravaged parts can be covered with her remaining hair. She looks a little thin on the right side but I’m not about to cut it all to the shortest length. Personally, I think it’s kind of funny (but don’t tell her that!) but T is not able to laugh about it yet. Whoever said that the 2’s are the challenging years never had a three year old!

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