Took me about 2 hours of pure, unadulterated fun.
Since I was working on the kitchen window which overlooks the front yard, I was able to boot the boys outside to play.
Sure enough, they made a mud hole.
And proceeded to paint their bodies.
But this was an act of occupation desperation. I needed their hands and hearts to be doing something (anything!) while I scraped the caulk.
And as long as their chosen activity didn't involve guns, knives, illegal drugs, or motor vehicles, I was good with it.
I am often racked with guilt that our pet rabbit, Mr. Sniffer, has to live his life in a (luxury) hutch on our back porch.
So (every now and then) I let him inside. He stays in the kitchen and rips up the newspaper. The kids feed him expensive organic produce and I feel better about the state of our animal affairs.
The day that my children stop putting on their shirts, shorts, and underwear backwards will be a sad one for me.
And Finally...My Pantry
Surely you remember the "before" shot:
Ahhhhh. Now it's white and there's SPACE between the items. Magazine beautiful? No. But very practical and ultra user-friendly.
I'm going back in there to stare at it now.