Another book torn to pieces…. they are almost four not two…. and they love books, it makes no sense at all.
Every pair of pyjama’s they own in a pile on the floor…. how many pairs of PJs can two children wear in 30 minutes?
The clothes they started out wearing… wet from them flicking their drinks at each other….
Threading pieces, duplo and Dr’s set, all behind the couch along with a nice hole gouged in the plaster with two glow stick stuck in it
Every dress-up out of the basket and on the floor.. or on every soft toy they own, covering their beds.
Their doonas on the floor in the bed room, their quilts on the floor in the hallway….
Mushroom stems behind the blue chair after they ate a whole bag of mushrooms stolen from the fridge.
You’d think I’d left them alone in the house for 6 hours if you saw the destruction, yet it all happened in the space of time it took me to bath and then feed Muski… maybe 40 minutes?
I am so so soooooo not coping with this, I have yelled, I have threatened, I have tried to explain what it means to look after things, to waste things, and now I am getting rid of toys…. a last ditch attempt to keep it under control by not having so many things to destroy?
Please tell me I am not the only one with children who destroy everything? Please? Someone? Anyone?