Delinquent Deluxe

After this morning I’m convinced we are raising at least 2 deliquents/serial killers/master thieves.

You might recall this post where I bragged endlessly about my awesome Advent Calendar idea.  I bet many of you giggled in your sleeves at the time and predicted what I am about to tell you.

The kids have been home this week, mornings with the Fabulous Angie and afternoons with my Mom and have been dreadfully spoilt by both.  We noticed on Monday evening that the tree was looking a little lopsided from a bag perspective, much as a fruit tree that grows next to a wall is in that the one side was completely stripped.  So, we have a stern talk with the kids about not taking any bags off the tree without us being present yaddayaddayadda.

Which, as it turns out, is all Daniel and Isabel heard: yaddayaddayadda.

As I’m about to leave this morning I hear the distinct rustling of paper and go off in search of source.  In Isabel and Mignon’s room I find Daniel and Isabel, each with a torn bag and Isabel scoffing a sweetie.  If I weren’t so mad I would have taken a photo of their faces when they knew they were caught, it was epic.

So, I did what any self-respecting Mother would do:

I said that they would just have to wait until their dad got home this afternoon and that he would deal with them.

Then I took all the bags off the tree, hid them in the cupboard and said only Mignon could have a sweetie today.  I told them they could have dry rye bread today for all I care, I’m very disappointed and so on and so forth.

Oh yes I did.  No shouting, no bitter recriminations.  Just that.  Daniel gave me the quivering-lip-welled-up-tears-look and Isabel, well, Isabel just shrugged.  That one is going to give us all our days.

And where was Mignon through all of this?  Watching tv in peace and quiet.

ps: Daniel was in our bed at 05h00 and eventually got kicked out at 05h30 because he was scratching so much (thanks for buying him ice cream yesterday Mom!) and promptly went to wake his sisters that descended upon us.  We need a King size bed, the spooning was intense with 5 of us in a queen.

pps: I can trust Angie to on board with my ‘punishment’, but I’m afraid my mother will just roll her eyes and undermine my desperate attempt at authority.  But that’s my therapist’s problem.