The day started out like any other. Bryson woke up around 7am with the slam of his door. For reasons only he knows he has to slam his door shut in the morning when he wakes up. We use this as our alarm clock since he is consistent on waking up at 7 on the nose. He walks into our room no "hello", or "Hi", just "I want my chocolate milk!" with attitude. He does not stop saying that until I get him his Milk at which point it becomes "here is your freaking chocolate milk!!". He lays quite for a few moments while drinking the milk in my bed watching some morning cartoons. But events to come will show he was plotting his worst day ever.
I had a laundry explosion to dig out of so my plan was to do laundry and get it all put away something I do not love to do. So the day began. I was getting ready for the day when bryson showed up naked in my bathroom with marker on his hand which meant two things. I had marker somewhere in the house on the walls or who knows where and there is a nasty diaper somewhere else in the house. Bryson showed me his diaper good thing it was just some peeps, then it was down to see the damage done by the marker. Well it was all over my kitchen cabinets. Well just 2 of them. This being at least the 10th time Bryson has displayed his artwork on the walls or the floor or the couch or something I was resignened to take him to his room for the longest time-out ever. I finished folding the rest of the laundry then let Bryce out. He or course gave me his cute as ever look said " I so sorry momma" my heart melts and I say "well lets go fix it". Luckily the Magic eraser (one of the best things in the world) got the marker off without hurting the finish.
So here I am Laundry piles all over my bedroom and I begin putting the kids laundry away. I can hear Bryson laughing- not a good sign. I go to my bedroom and he has unfolded all the towels and thrown them around the room like confetti. As well as most of our underwear and socks are now at the bottom of the stairs. Bryson is now picking everything up for fear of his life, the whole time saying "gosh" under his breath. I get Jaden off to school, this all happening before 12:00. We stop at the grocery store on our way home and of course what do I do I get Bryson a donut. Sometimes I just wonder what I am doing. Its like, here you have been so good today here is a donut. ( I am laughing so hard while typing this)
Bryson and I return home and finish the task of laundry. Bryson is helping me now hopefully keeping him close is the best. But inevitably what I am doing gets boring for him and he slowly escapes. I am on my last pile of laundry and Here comes Bryce with a had full of Coco Krispies. So of course I have Coco Krispies from the kitchen down the hall, up the stairs and to my room, but I am thinking oh well I can fix that, but low and behold the true crime scene lay down stairs in the family room. He had taken the entire box of Coco Krispies and dumped them on the carpet. He just knew he was toast, it could have been my high pitched screaming that told him that. I told him to go to his room until I came to get him. Up he went to the bedroom again. I called Steve to tell him that Bryson was now "his son". I walked up stairs to talk to Bryson and get him to come help me clean up his mess, but wouldn't you believe he had gotten his blanket and was asleep on his bed. I really do not like him to take naps; he wakes up grumpy and then he is non stop until midnight. But by this point I was saying "hallelujah". Well he finished the day with out further catastrophe but because he had a shot nap he was the energizer bunny, but in a grumpy way the rest of the night. Steve and I got the other kids to bed and Bryce came to watch a movie with us. Finally at 12:30am he crashed on the couch sitting next to me. These are the moments God gave us to truly see the little angels they are, even thought at times when awake they can be little devils.
