I realized that there is no ending to this for the next five years or so... and so the saga continues, and I lose my temper ever so ferociously! I always think I don't deserve to be a mother every time I get angry with these critters that messes up the house and my days altogether! Oh well...
So today, they threw most of their toys from the loft to the living room downstairs. Messy does not even describe it. I couldn't care less anymore. They have fun picking it up and dumping on their buckets anyway. But alas! I hear them giggling downstairs, I was so curious as to what they were doing... I wanted to join in on their little party! Hah! The kitchen is flooded! This is the second time and unlike the first time, I was not cool about it! Let us just say that I totally LOST it :O And so I got a dirty blanket to mitigate the flooding, and I plan to deal with it later when I am not seething with anger. There is something with liquid spills that takes the best out of me, I could not explain why.
Almost two weeks ago, they vandalized my bathroom! All drawers opened, makeup everywhere, and jewelries (there is almost none to speak of, but had to search for my pearl studs and rings) all over the floor! It took me a day to clean it all up, quite forced me to organize my drawers. I had to throw some lipsticks, foundation, and whatnots because it's all smeared on the floor and God knows where else?! I had to wash and sterilize my brushes too! Darn it! Darn it!
I could be in my very vulnerable state right now, considering it's almost my period. I know myself pretty well to lose it rather quickly when I'm hormonal... but I can't quite stop the surge as my Incredible Hulk alter ego emerges when I get angry! So there, judge me if you can... I don't really care =P