My day of "rest"

Today was Stake Conference. 
And unfortunately Stake Conference usually = exhaustion.

Trying to keep 4 small beaners quiet for 2 straight hours can be a little rough.

But, 3 bags of Fruit Loops later, we made it.

Bradley only fell on his head once, Brooklyn only flashed her too small tights once, and Jack only had to sit in "The Bush" once. 

("The Bush" is timeout at church.  ha ha  I wonder what others think when they hear us say,

"Jack - do you need to go sit in the bush?) 

Really though, it works.  I love the bush.

Anyway, when we got home from SC I decided that I needed a little recharge.

So by George, I took it.

And it was lovely.

Aubrey was sleeping.  Jack and Bradley were quiet in their room and Dave was coloring princess pictures with Brooklyn.

Peace. And. Quiet.

I awoke about 1.5 hours (1.5 hours!!) later and walked down the hall with a new spring in my step.

That is until I passed the boys room.

Oh yes.  That would be the contents of the forbidden art box - mysteriously lowered from it's very high shelf.

But that weee little mess wasn't really the problem.

I was a bit more concerned about

the fairly large amount of acrylic paint all over the carpet.

Oh, and this

I love permanent markers, don't you?

They are so useful for defacing your mother's property.

I thought it was a nice touch for Jack to draw a self portrait complete with an autograph.

This dresser could be worth millions someday.

But until then, it will only be a reminder of why we shouldn't purchase anything of real value until our youngest child is 18.  (My mother gave me that advice.  Such a wise woman she is.)

My first thought was that Jack had carried out this mischief alone because I saw Bradley peacefully sleeping on the couch.

But upon removal of his beloved blanket - the truth was made known unto me.

Uh huh.  Nice try pal.  I'm not that clueless.

I am still not sure how they got that box down.  And I'm afraid that I don't really want to know. 

But the box has now been moved to a new remote location.

The good bad news is that acrylic paint comes off skin a lot easier than it comes out of carpet.

You know what though,

I think the nap was worth it.

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