Most disasters are preceded by some kind of sound, some kind of warning. When Ali strikes the warning sound is silence. I know this, and yet I ignored the warning signals. I made it into the bath at 2:30PM today. Ali wouldn't nap, thought I begged her to, I was exhausted and longed for sleep. She wouldn't cooperate, so I decided to get cleaned up before picking the girls up for school. Ali was playing in my room, where I could hear her, and then silence. I would call to her occasionally, and she would answer "I right heeeere!" I figured she was in Isabella's room, where she likes to play. I was so tired and lazy that I didn't check on her. Finally, I called her to come to me, and this is what I saw!
It was better than what I found in Isabella's room. Ali had climbed on her bed and dismantled Isabella's bulletin board, pulling off and then tearing all of Bella's special papers. Isabella isn't in a good place right now, and I'll just say that she didn't deal very well with it when she got home! That was the real disaster!
I was too tired tonight to make a big dinner, so Ali and I walked to the store to get some eggs for scrambled eggs. My little bandit, of course, fell asleep in the middle of Albertson's. Once again, I will be up late tonight, because she'll never go to bed now. But look how cute she is with her sunglasses and my high heels!
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