When I woke up this morning, I decided that today would be a productive day. I got up, made Emmett’s lunch, packed his backpack, got both kids breakfast, and then went in the basement to teach a couple of classes. I came back up to find Emmett eating a jar of peanut butter with a knife (butter knife – no need for panic). Madeline can get through the child locks if she’s determined and patient enough. She had also filled all of our plastic cups with water and left them scattered around the kitchen floor. She was sitting in a chair finishing off Emmett’s lunch. In her room, she had also destroyed (not eaten – just demolished) the remains of the kringle I was going to eat for breakfast. I was really looking forward to it, too.
After I got the yelling out of my system (it’s really more for my benefit than hers), I put her in a time out in her room and said she could come out when the room was clean.
Now her room is clean, so I guess that’s one thing off my to-do list. She’s currently lying on the floor, with a puzzle resting on her face, quietly chanting “Just me and my swamp, just me and my swamp, just me and my swamp.” I don’t know why, or what it means, but it feels appropriate.