While the cat's away, the mice will play. And my little mice have been up to some major league malarky.
Miss Chaos decided that my 10ml syringe, that I use for measuring the saline for Max, was a chew toy.
Mayhem decided to spend $130 worth of extra bandwidth overnight.
So yes, I am a little shirty with my darlings today. And have sent them up to the local shops - on foot - to spend their money on the thing Miss Chaos basically destroyed. Mayhem is essentially an escort and I sent him to enquire after after-school work.
He needs to pay for his damages somehow.
And this should help teach my little blazé miss that there are consequences to being a little miss chews-a-lot.
After I get them to clean their messes, today, one of her projects is writing down and drawing a bunch of "Chew" and "Don't chew" items as a sort of self-governing social story.
Grrr.
What a way to start the day.
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