Yesterday was my last full day at the middle school doing my student teaching. I was really sad to go, but at the same time, really excited/nervous about my new High School adventure. I stayed pretty late on my last day still helping out kids to the end (I'm really going to miss them).
I didn't get to pick up Parker until about 4:30 that afternoon, and then we didn't get home till about 5pm. I let him kind of run around and do as he pleased while I changed my clothes and wound down from my long day at the school. Before I know it, he is calling to me from his room.
"Mommy, I made a mess!"
So here I am thinking that he had just dumped out a ton of toys or whatever and was telling me that there were toys all over the floor of his room. Boy, do I wish! I walk in there about a minute later and I see something that kind of resembled this:
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Kleenex was EVERYWHERE. He decided that it would be a lot of fun to take the full, large, Kleenex box and empty its contents all over his room.
Now, I bought this box of Kleenex last week.
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I had maybe taken out two of them. The rest? Covering his floor as if it had snowed Kleenexes. I might have freaked out a little. I mean, its not like I am made of money, and Kleenexes are like gold in my house because of how much his nose runs. There goes that money down the drain. I sent him to time-out, and regretfully, I don't think he realized that he had done something wrong. That boy was crying. After the time-out, I sat down and explained to him that Kleenexes need to stay in the box unless we are using them... and even then, we only use one at a time. I think he might understand now, but who knows... this could be a weekly occurrence.
Sure sounds fun though, right?
