My brother-in-law and sister-in-law took all of the nieces and nephews (8) for a sleep over Saturday night. Yes, I know, crazy! They do this about once a year and the kids love it. Of course they come home the next day tired and irritable with meltdowns every 2o minutes. This was our Sunday. We started with seeing The Croods with our friends. Really cute movie by the way. By the time we got home they were hungry and tired. Crying over EVERYTHING! How dare I cut their grilled cheese into squares instead of triangles! boo-hoo. I had about enough and decided to go outside and get some yard work done. They all went upstairs with daddy to relax and watch Peter Pan.
After getting part of the yard done and contemplating grabbing a chain, wrapping it around my husband’s truck tow-hook, and yanking that dang messy cedar tree down, I went in the house to check on everyone. I shut the door and heard a little voice so, “Uh oh, I think Mom is back.” Great, this can’t be good. I kick off my shoes and walk up the stairs to find this…
A massive fort. Now I’m all one for a great fort. I just always end up being the one that ends up cleaning it up, OR I have to ask the boys and my husband to clean it up about 12 times before anyone does it. It’s aggravating. However, this fort, this fort really irked me. Do you notice the string going from one end to the next. Where do those strings tie? Those strings are tied to screws. Screws that are now in my walls! UGH! Now it may just be the kids toy area, but still! Come on! The fort will come down and I will have six new holes in the walls. Deep breath. This is NOT the first time.
Allie, what are we going to do with these boys!?