Styrofoam: A great packing material, yes. But horrible to clean up. As you can see from the first picture in my post, there is Styrofoam scattered all over my basement floor. The cause of this mayhem: Tyrone. Mitchell is claiming non-involvement in this, but part of me thinks he was somewhat involved. With the amount of new things we've purchased requiring excellent packing over the past couple of weeks, we've accumulated quite a bit of Styrofoam. Normally this has been disposed of in short order, so that messes like the one in the picture can be avoided. But my wonderful husband "forgot" to dispose of several pieces in our basement after putting our T.V. stand together, which led to Tyrone creating the mess. Tyrone has been instructed to clean this up, but 24 hours have passed since that instruction, and the basement remains the same. Personally I think his dad should "help" him clean it up, since he's the one that left the temptation out in the first place. I can totally understand why Tyrone has this Styrofoam fascination. It is fun to pull apart. But the fun does not outweigh the horrible challenge of cleaning it up.
A Storm: We were bombarded by a huge winter storm last night. The picture was taken this morning of our "front" yard. Our yard is completed surrounded by sheltering evergreen trees, and even with that, we've got a huge quantity of snow to plough. I can't imagine what the surrounding roads are like. The bus driver called this morning at 7:00 a.m. to let us know that the buses wouldn't be running today. I just spoke with one of the teachers and she said that only 9 kids showed up for school today, no teachers from the city drove in to work, and school is now closed until the storm blows over. I'm glad we didn't venture out to take the boys into school on our own. Unfortunately, Wayne has to go into work later this afternoon. Hopefully the storm has eased up a bit by then.
Frozen Remote Controls: Five-year olds perceive the world so differently, don't they? Last night before I put the boys to bed I was setting up my T.V. in order to record House, and I couldn't find the remote controls anywhere. I need 2 remote controls in order to record things, and there were NOWHERE to be found. I asked the boys if they'd seen them around while they were playing earlier, and sure enough, Ty knew where they were. He yelled down from upstairs, "They're in the freezer." I asked the same questions again and added: "I thought you said they were in the freezer." "Yes," Tyrone said. "I put them in the freezer."
I'm thinking, oh great. Frozen remotes. Like they're ever going to work again! I found them, rescued them from their freezing world and they actually still work. Thank goodness. When I asked Ty why he put them in there, he said, "We were playing a game called 'Everything in the Freezer'. We found lots of different stuff and put it in the freezer. That was the game."
The boys now know that remote controls (and a plethora of other things--mostly toys), do not belong in a deepfreeze!
Today has already been an adventure. The boys have no school and I had lots of plans to keep on painting in my kitchen, but that idea is now down the drain. I've already refereed 5 or 6 "fights" and it's not even noon yet! Hopefully I don't have another 1-2-3-4-5-6 Switch Day again!