I live in a house of controlled chaos. In a cluttery mess, I know where everything is. Today however, Boy took my chaos a step further. We recently switched him into what was the home office, but we had to leave our file cabinet in there for the night. I thought "No biggie, he's 2, he probably can't even open the drawer"...where is the buzzer that goes off at basketball games that lets you know the clock has run down? Because I could have used that to let me know the clock on bright ideas was officially out of time. At 12am, I hear a loud "kathud" I get up to investigate. I discover Boy has not only opened the drawer I was so sure he couldn't, but also pulled out every last piece of paper on there and spread it out on the floor like he was mixing up a game of Go Fish.
Now, to be fair, I should have known this would only end in disaster, even the pediatrician thinks he is freakishly strong for a 2 yr old, but that doesn't stop me from being steemed at the mess. I quickly pick up the papers with help from the Hubby, because you know I had to wake him to see what HIS son had done. (Whenever a kid misbehaves, ownership of said kid is passed to the parent not resposible for the kid at the time of misbehaving. What? It's not like this everywhere? Huh.) Here's the real reason I am so miffed. I have just purchased several boxes to neatly file away the piles of documents of years past out of that cabinet to make room for more current things, a job that could easily take 2 maybe 3 hours before Boy got into the drawer. Now it will take all day to sort, put files back together, and re-file. It's a good thing I have an amazing friend coming to help with that lovely chore.
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