The Informer

It's odd to me to have actual, informative conversations that are accurate (once properly deciphered) with my children. It's a whole new experience for us. After working a 13 hour shift today, thoroughly exhausted, I picked up my boys at 9:30 pm from Grandma and Grandpa Aho's. I had tried to call from work earlier, and ask the sitter Beth how the carpet man had done getting the pink paint out of the carpet. I was, after all, paying him alot of money. She was apparently having "a day", thanks to Colby smearing poop all over the carpet UPSTAIRS, and was unable to answer the phone. I don't pay Beth NEARLY enough for what she goes through. Anyways, at 9:30 pm last night, going home, I ask the boys if the carpet guy came.

"Yes," Quinn says. "I talked to the carpet boy. "
M: "Did he clean up the paint?"
Q: "He say 'try again' 'try again'. Paint not clean." This is NOT what I wanted to hear.
M: "Are you sure? He didn't get the paint cleaned up?"
C: "Can we both sleep in the purple bed?"
M: "Uh, no. You paint things when you're together and make mom MAD."
C:"I won't paint anything"
M:" Is the carpet clean?"
Q: "No. He needs to clean again."
M: "I just paid him alot of money. Is there paint still on the CARPET? I know there's still paint on the walls."
Q: "No. Paint still on the carpet."

I really didn't believe him. After all, I was assured when I called that this highly experienced carpet cleaner would be able to get the paint out of the carpet, which, after all, was why I was paying him nearly $200.....

Quinn was right. Not only do I still have to repaint the nursery. The carpet is still pink. And now I'm out another $200 on top of it all. And NO, Colby... you can NEVER sleep together in the same room for as long as you live. DON'T EVEN ASK.