Mom, DON'T come in here...

That is a sure sign that I need to come running!

A few week ago I was on the phone and heard some running around in the kitchen. I went in to see the floor covered with water and Jazzy slipping around, half dressed from having tried to change clothes.

Drew had taken a cardboard oatmeal canister from the junk box, filled it with water and given it to Jazzy to hold. He said he was going to put soap and ice in it and put it in his room.

So we had a nice little talk about coming To mom when you make mistakes instead of trying to Hide them from her. And we definitely need to have a training session on how to behave when Mom's on the phone. BTDT with mouthing threats at the children while trying to sound polite and cheerful to the person on the other end of the phone. It just doesn't work!

I remember growing up it seemed my mom had a split personality. She'd smile at whoever she was talking to, then turn around, look at me with furrowed brow and tight eyes, and mouth, "Be Quiet" or "Sit Still!"

Sigh. Those were the good old days...

I sure do love my Mommy!