You'll need to read Amanda's post below this one first!!
When it comes to T.V. watching period in our house, there is a hierarchy of what is right and what is wrong, what is allowed and what isn't, and who gets to watch T.V. and who doesn't. If you don't believe me just ask the 10 year old. On many occasions, she is required to be perpetually bored by the shows that her sisters want to watch. The hierarchy of television perusal in our house goes as such.....4 year old, 7 year old, 10 year old, Mommy, Daddy. Yes, in a house full of girls, where I do wear the pants, and where I do win the bread for them to eat, I am last in line for the Television. (Hence the excitement when I actually got one I could see to put in the bedroom :) Now Mommy and I try to get our own time in the evenings when we can watch what we want, but in an effort to do so, we have to put the kids to bed at an unrealistically early time (7 p.m.) of which the 10 year old gripes and moans. After putting them to bed we then get to watch our shows in 30 second increments as is mandated by the parental law of the land. Or at least it sure seems so as every 30 seconds we have a child coming into the room for a drink of water, to tell us they love us, or just because they think they are going to be magically granted a free pass to stay up. Have you ever tried to watch "The Big Bang Theory" in 30 second increments? The jokes and punch lines get lost between each pause. It ends up taking 1.5 hrs after rewinding to hear the jokes again.
Ok, now this post was supposed to be about Cartoons and messes and cleaning things up. After reading Amanda's post, it reminded me of a time many years ago when our 1o year old was much younger. We had just moved into our New (used) home and our kids, despite the hardest efforts we can, will not sleep in the mornings and easily get bored. They have to find ways to occupy themselves as mommy and daddy are struggling to grasp the fact that reality has once again brought us to a new day and we must get up and face the world, even though we would seriously like to lay in bed. (Real easy to do when you are on shift work and don't have to get up to go to work) Anyway, we some how were awaken to the most horrific realization that our daughter had gone into our pantry opened the spare fridge and proceeded to take out an 18 count carton of eggs and discover that by dropping them on the floor they will break open and spill their guts all over the linoleum. What a mess this was. This took quite a while to clean up, and to the credit of my loving wife, she did it without beating the child.
Well, that was a disaster in and of it self you might think, however, this was only the beginning for our budding little disaster artist. Oh, yes, there were more messes to come. Shortly after the egg fiasco came the Tomato debacle.. In the same room from the same fridge by the same child. An entire (large) bowl of fresh picked Tomato's from the garden were not just dumped, but hurled at mach speed towards the floor causing them to explode. Followed by the required stomping and smashing of them to make sure they were dead. Shortly after this was the dog food incident. Same child, different room. She proceeded to take a 50lb bag of dry dog food and spread it over the entire floor of the carpeted dining room. This one was a bit easier to clean up and after making her do the entire floor, the large food type messes seemed to cease.
I can understand where Amanda is coming from dreading the messes that George is creating in the cartoon. We have certainly had our share of big messes that we have dealt with and my wife has been a trooper through all of them. Maybe someday I will relay one of the hugest messes that I made as a child, (hmm, maybe the mess making is hereditary, boy do I feel sorry for my brother's wife).
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