To bed was my 5yr old sent.  A boy with an attitude and a matchpot of screaming red paint.  The 2 combined and all merry hell broke loose in my sitting room.  Devastation followed as many little people started to flee the scene.  Paint is taken on there feet.  Whilst I'm bellowing at them to stand still the frenzy goes on.  I'm not sure whether it was a moment of insanity or patience snapping but I just look to the ceiling and laughed.  Not much else to do.  For the briefest of seconds I was transported back in time to when Joy did exactly the same.  Only difference was her's was  a 5l tub and hers was white.  Same thing.,  Tantrum of the little people.

 

The paint has been cleaned up. The floor survived.  One of my sofas has a red hew down the stitching seam and since I cant do anything about it, I wont sweat.  My newish hall carpt may survive.  Will have to wait and see what it looks like when its dry.   Teenager did his best to clean it, following instruction my son is very good at.  Even under pressure Jamie works well lol.. I thought I was having a heart attack at one point but no, it was just my blood pressure rising.  Mental note to self is required.  Put all paint away.  Once everything was calm I did do the talk thing.  He does understand what he did wrong and with the big tears tumbling down I dont stay angry for long but he did have a pretty long time out.  He has returned to the sitting room.  Hes sitting very quietly and I just hope it lasts.

 

jacqui