Tuesday Tips - post script added

Sometimes I'm not sure how to make my home more fashionable, so I consult my interior designer. His specialty is the whole distressed furniture look. Remember this? Well, apparently I have used his expertise again recently.

Would you like this look too?

All you need is this...

and my consultant.

His rates are very reasonable.

Will also accept Transformers, Ninja Turtles, or Star Wars guys as payment.

He has a lot of experience.

His work speaks for itself...

(I did, however, inform my consultant that if I find something like that again, his tool will be tossed in the trash can!)

POST SCRIPT: You may ask yourself, "where are you" (me) when all of these shenanigans happen? Before having children I pretty much had low or no expectations of what labor would be like, how nursing would go, what my children would do or not do, etc. it's better to be pleasantly surprised then disappointed right? However, when I saw writing on other peoples couches and walls I thought, "Hello? The kids can't do that if you don't leave markers laying around." When there were food stains on carpets and couches, I thought, "Hello? Don't let them eat in the living room... duh." And then I had my own children. Your choices are to A. Follow them around all day ensuring they don't make messes, don't find markers, etc. preventing all the messes or B. Have a life where you get at least a few things done, and have to deal with a few messes to clean up. There is no C. all of the above. Granted, it was a lot easier when there is just one child, but I also did follow Trevan around a lot more than I do with Mallary. Now that Trevan is older I can't lock up the crayons, pencils, and markers for him to never use, so obviously Mallary is going to find some laying around. Trevan also helps himself to snacks sometimes which I have no problem with, but also allows Mallary to get into them too, and then proceeds to, for example, crush a bag of gold fish on the living room floor while I am literally in the dining room right next door working. I've learned to live with the messes and mess ups so I can do stuff too. I've also learned I can't freak out about every mess, because sometimes it's partially my fault that the mess was made, Mallary doesn't completely understand that crushed gold fish on the carpet is against the rules, when I heard that Mallary was eating them too, I should have stopped working and taken the bag away. It's the risk I take to get things done, I guess. I'm not saying that I enjoy cleaning up the messes, it's just the whole following them around all day preventing messes is not how I roll... anymore.