The journey between here and there

I hear a “Psssssssssssssssssssss” sound. I’m folding laundry and think to myself, “hmm.. that sounds like the bathroom sink.” Luke was heading in that direction so I walked over to the open bathroom.

Nope he wasn’t there. Again I hear the “Psssssssssssssssssssssss” sound. I think that maybe it’s the kitchen sink so I head over to the kitchen and on my way I pass Laura’s room. Her door is wide open which is unusual because she normally closes and locks her door so the little kids don’t get in and trash it. I look in and there’s Luke with a big grin on his face spraying Laura’s Febreeze all over her Ipod docking station, her ipod and her night table.

“Luke!”

He looks at me and shrieks in delight. As I grab the Febreeze away from him he sprays me. There is Febreeze everywhere and now on me. Luke tears off out of the room. I wipe off the Ipod stuff, the floor and the night table.

I’m still wiping when I hear a banging sound and giggling. I run out to find Luke. He’s right around the corner standing by my new photo albums I just bought. He is smashing his bottle against the albums and milk is spraying all over them.

“LUKE!”

He looks at me and shrieks in delight. I grab his bottle away from him. He tears off out of the room and downstairs. I put his bottle in the fridge, wipe up the milk, then follow him downstairs. I hear clanging and scraping. I find Luke coming out of the theatre room with DVD’s in his hand. He’s smashing them together and rubbing the discs together.

“LUKE!!!”

He looks at me and grins his little toothy mischievous grin. I take the DVD’s away from him and he runs off to the VHS tapes and grabs his favorite orange Blue’s Clue’s Video. Thank goodness. I put it on and he happily settles himself down on the couch to watch.

I love VHS tapes. Why did they ever stop producing them? I’m going to go to all the garage sales I can and buy up all their tapes. Thank goodness for TV. What did people do before TV to distract the children?

A crash comes from upstairs. I hear, “OH no! RUN!” Footsteps race up the stairs to the bedrooms.

*sigh*

They are killing me slowly…..