When we were picking out furniture for our new house we really didnt take into mind the fact that our 1.5 pound twins would grow into destructive terrors. Yes I love our modern bamboo dining table but it just doesn’t look the same as it did 2 years ago when it was fingerprint and scratch free. Our coffee table has become a lost cause as Derby sees it as his drum pad. What the hell were we thinking when we bought our furniture? I spent close to 15 years as a nanny. You would think I would have some knowledge as to what kids can do to your house.
I now realize we should have ordered from the same catalog as the state penitentiary. At least you know it can withstand someone stabbing a fork or trying to graffiti their name into it. Or maybe a rough hewn look. The lumber is already distressed so no one would really notice a few more dings.
My twins have acquired two new super powers. I like to call them “whirling dervish” and “blatant disregard”. When I was a kid we owned a movie called ‘Footloose’, there was a scene where the preacher said “Every, every day the LORD is testing us” and that has become the soundtrack of my life as I watch the twins slowly destroy all of our worldy goods. Otherwise how can you explain how they test my patience every single day.
Have I mentioned that I love them more than life itself? Sometimes it just comes out as really crabby mama….