And he hasn't left his post by the window since he's gotten home. I lectured him for 8 minutes about why he better not touch the light switches on the wall right next to him that the electrician is accessing from the outside to install the fan. "Do you want to shock the man and give him big ouchies so he can't put up the fan? No? DON'T TOUCH THOSE SWITCHES THEN." It doesn't help the electrocution threat that it's pouring rain outside and has been for most of the day.
So it was really fun when 1/2 hour into the job, the guy said that he needed a longer extension for the fan or the blades would hit the beams. I got to haul everyone to Lowe's in the pouring rain through end-of-day school traffic and three school zones, through the puddle-ridden parking lot in a downpour, and to the fan section. Luckily they had what we needed and we were back in about 1/2 hour. I should've left the guy something to do--like some odd jobs around the house to keep him busy while we were gone.
And when I sat down to type this, I realized I hadn't seen Aidan in a few minutes. So being a diligent mom, I sent Alex to find him. And when he did and started screaming, I expected to find Aidan covered in blood or something. No blood, but pretty bad. Let's explore this disaster area.
(He's not going to be in any of these pictures because he's sitting in timeout. He's not allowed to see me take pictures of his naughtiness, because to the boys, taking a picture means it's funny. This was most definitely not funny.)
Let's examine some of the ingredients in this disgusting concoction.
On this side we have my hair stuff--about $20 bucks. Gone. Toothpaste--empty. Face wash--empty, though luckily both are cheap. Mud mask--empty. Powder--1/2 gone and only 1/2 way because all the holes got clogged up with the Chi hair goo.
I had a 30 minute intermission while typing this because the electrician finished with the fan and the new outlets and wanted to have a gab fest. All while the kids were running around, screaming because we had thunder so close and loud that my front door was rattling off the hinges, and freaking out about needing flashlights and thinking they saw tornadoes. Electrician? Oblivious. Chatty. Clueless. Asked, "How many of them are there?" Wow, that's the first time I've ever heard that one. No wait, IT'S NOT.
But he's gone now and I can start screaming at them with no witnesses to call CPS. heh heh. That was my evil witch laugh. At least I won't have to hear anymore about when that darn fan is going to be put up.