Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Chocolate

It was not a good morning. Hope woke up miserable and went down hill from that. Nothing new- just a week's worth of aggravation in one morning and it took us 45 minutes to get dressed. We came downstairs and chocolate greeted me. Chocolate on the floor, on the counter, on the light switches... lots of chocolate. I was completely out of patience and ready to screech. Then it occurred to me that Hope was having an awful day, but she had been having it with me. Neither of the girls could have been responsible. I was sure it hadn't been there when I went to bed. Uhhm. MK came down with the baby and went ballistic. She was way ahead of me. She knew at first glance that it had been D. D had no idea why I was upset or why he had to clean it up. It made Hope's morning look not so bad. At least she is only 5.

1 comment:

In the Pink said...

Ugh, I love chocolate but only when it is in my mouth. Not the counter tops.