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The kids cut up one of their hammocks. With safety scissors. They weren't in their room more than ten minutes (and almost certainly less) when I found this out.
I can't walk, and I sat on the floor in the kitchen and screamed. 20 seconds later my mom rushed up the stairs, convinced somebody was dying.
I have literally no idea what on earth possessed them to do something so utterly stupid as that. It would never, ever, in my wildest dreams have occurred to me that after they cleaned their room, and my mom checked it over for them (I couldn't walk there, remember), that they couldn't be alone in there a few minutes while I put together dessert.
It was a good dinner, too. Salmon balls and an apricot dipping sauce, with chard and red pepper on the side (a bit underdone, I'm afraid), and eggplant on the *other* side, and a salad with pasta, cucumber, purslane, and my standard peanut sauce with a garnish of grated radishes. And a little beet, because why not. Dessert, which I didn't have (I ought to) was/is watermelon and corn with a lime sauce.
Couldn't enjoy it as much as all that because the children are in total and utter disgrace and grounded until the end of the week.
It's apparently fixable. I wouldn't know. All I saw was carnage, I didn't hang around to see more. I was too busy collapsing in a heap and screaming. And do you know what Ana had the nerve to say to my mother when she asked why I was hollering my lungs out? "I don't know. She just sat down and started making that noise."
Ana also initially tried to pin the blame all on her sister, who was doing the same to her. Once it became clear that they were both in deep trouble regardless, Ana switched her story to taking all the blame, even claiming that her sister was not in the room at the time, that it happened during naptime. This story is no more believable than the first, but it is at least a lot *nicer* - I'd rather she lie to keep her sister out of trouble than lie to save her own skin. It's a lot higher on the ethical side of things.
I can't walk, and I sat on the floor in the kitchen and screamed. 20 seconds later my mom rushed up the stairs, convinced somebody was dying.
I have literally no idea what on earth possessed them to do something so utterly stupid as that. It would never, ever, in my wildest dreams have occurred to me that after they cleaned their room, and my mom checked it over for them (I couldn't walk there, remember), that they couldn't be alone in there a few minutes while I put together dessert.
It was a good dinner, too. Salmon balls and an apricot dipping sauce, with chard and red pepper on the side (a bit underdone, I'm afraid), and eggplant on the *other* side, and a salad with pasta, cucumber, purslane, and my standard peanut sauce with a garnish of grated radishes. And a little beet, because why not. Dessert, which I didn't have (I ought to) was/is watermelon and corn with a lime sauce.
Couldn't enjoy it as much as all that because the children are in total and utter disgrace and grounded until the end of the week.
It's apparently fixable. I wouldn't know. All I saw was carnage, I didn't hang around to see more. I was too busy collapsing in a heap and screaming. And do you know what Ana had the nerve to say to my mother when she asked why I was hollering my lungs out? "I don't know. She just sat down and started making that noise."
Ana also initially tried to pin the blame all on her sister, who was doing the same to her. Once it became clear that they were both in deep trouble regardless, Ana switched her story to taking all the blame, even claiming that her sister was not in the room at the time, that it happened during naptime. This story is no more believable than the first, but it is at least a lot *nicer* - I'd rather she lie to keep her sister out of trouble than lie to save her own skin. It's a lot higher on the ethical side of things.
