The “not me” monster has been at our house quite frequently lately.

Last week I found cranberry juice spilled on the floor with a blanket over the top.  It was the middle of the afternoon and we only have juice at breakfast. Hmmmm, that stain did not come out.  I moved all of our furniture forward 6 inches so I could cover the spot with our rug

I just found orange marker on the carpet under the corner of the couch.  How long has that been there?  Gee, I have no idea, and that stain doesn’t want to come out either.  My rug isn’t big enough to reach both stains.  I don’t know whether I should scream or shrug my shoulders.  I would never ever not in a million years choose to put cream carpet in a living room.  The same carpet was under the dining room table but we had linoleum put in before we moved – priceless!

Now here is the story of the day.

The girls were screaming wildly outside and came flying in the backdoor saying Silas was chasing them with pee on his hands.

“Um, what did you just say?”

“Yeah, mom, Titus was peeing in the backyard and Silas put his hands in his pee while he was peeing. And now he is chasing us!”

Is this normal? I am going to chalk this one up to the fact that they are boys and  most boys don’t have three sisters to tattle on them all the time.

I sometimes cannot believe that this is my life and these stories really happen around here.  I don’t make up anything and honestly don’t feel that my words do these stories justice.