Really? Now?

We have a routine. It’s not original, but it works. After dinner, we take a bath. After the bath there is dressing for bed, then an episode or two of Curious George off of the DVR, and then a story and bed. All in all – a pretty full night.

Tonight, however, we inadvertently decided to “jazz things up” a bit.

Several months ago, Spicy Girl figured out how to unstop the tub. I don’t like this one bit, because I’m concerned she is going to put her hand down the open drain (we have an old house with one of those stopper-style tubs). But tonight, I almost shoved her hand down their myself in order to retrieve the 3 Tub Crayons that found their way into the drain, acting as stoppers themselves.

Honest to goodness. Tonight was not the night for this. I just had the worst week at work, my favorite team got swept by their arch nemesis, and I have turkeys mating in my driveway (this is a separate issue altogether, but notable as they don’t like to be disturbed). So, the fact that I was using various tools—including, but not limited to, a toothbrush, a pair of high-end eye brow tweezers and a blackhead extractor—to pull the damn things out of the tub while SG was leaning over my shoulder saying “Need help mommy? Help mommy?” only pushed me that much further over the edge toward a bottle of Sirah and a box of Oreos (which, by the way, are AWESOME together).

Did I mention the week at work? I was stuck there every night until 11PM—which meant that I only saw Spicy Girl in the morning when she woke up. It stunk. But, honestly, she was so good all week, it made me really proud.

Until tonight.

It was as if she had held in all of her displeasure with my absenteeism, and decided to make a statement.

I get it honey—in Technicolor. Now, pass me another Oreo.