When it Rains, It Pours..

.. and for the last few days, that 'rain' has been milk. Not sure what the deal is, but every time I set a cup of milk in front my kids for the last 2 days, they some how manage to knock it over. Now, I'm not usually one to cry over spilled milk, but heck, it's over $3 a gallon right now! Now my kids aren't small toddlers that are just learning to drink out of a cup. They're capable (well, I thought they were) 6 and 4 year children. C'mon! The saga started Friday night at dinner. They were waiting for their dinner to be served, ever so patiently (this is me rolling my eyes). And no sooner I had set down their cups and the arm wrestling began. As we all know, arm wrestling is an ancient, acceptable form of dinner table entertainment.. Ryleigh (she's 6) grabs her sisters arm (which just came out of a cast) and slams it to the table along with her Hello Kitty cup of milk. I go through the usual steps...

1. Sigh.

2. Deep breath

3.Internal count to 10

4.Prayer(Please Lord help me remember I don't want to kill them~ you know, the usual one)

..and it's cleaned up. Refilled. Dinner is served. We eat, we clear dishes and whatdya know, Avery spills the rest of her milk on the way to the sink. Repeat steps 1-4.

Saturday morning.. (remember Diary of a Bad Mom is the name so there will be no judging) we have the usual sugar filled cereal. And you guessed it, while trying to slurp out the last 3 drops of the now pink/orange colored, suped up, sugar milk, they both spill! Ugh.

Here we are on Sunday night. Dinner. We made it all through the meal. Yep, from set up to take down, it was spill free. I'm ushering them into the bathroom, to get ready for their bath and she just had to do it. Like something greater than she was, was compelling her. Ryleigh stops and grabs the half filled cup off the counter, of you guessed it, milk. Drops it as soon it touched her grimy little palm. Steps 1-4....

They're in the bath now. They may never get out. And I'm okay with that.