…my son. Sneaking out of bed in the morning when mummy’s still asleep. Enjoying the time spent alone downstairs, with no one to tell him what to do; or what not to do. Some mornings he has been good, but most of them there is something he’s not supposed to do… The two worst mornings was Sunday and today, Tuesday. Oh, my now I really got to take a good look around before heading for bed in the evenings and I might do what I said; put a bell on him….

Sunday.
I woke up to him coming into the room and jumping on my bed to give me a hug. I discovered he was moist on his clothes from something and assumed he had played with the wather in the bathroom. He hadn’t. When I got out of bed I saw that the stain he had left on the bedclothing was yellowish. More a moment I thought he had thrown up. But after a smell I knew it was Sana-sol. I went downstairs in that very same minute, after giving MT an order to take of his clothes and throw them into the washing machine.

Downstairs I found the “leftover” from his meal. A package of socciges on the couch, still unopened. A halfeaten bread on the table, looked like a big mouse had been there… and off course thick, sticky, yellow gu all over the couch. I was so angry and out of it that I compleatly forgot to take any photos. But thankfully I can throw the couch pillows in the washing machine; so they will be clean again. But, man, that’s some work I didn’t plan to do before spring, when I can hag them out to dry.

Adding to this the fridge was open and he had turned the stove on. The last part I really is the most scared about. But I hope he’ll remember it’s only for mummy to use, in the future. Off course he also had emptied his toy boxes, but that was what I expected…

Tuesday.
As normal, these days, he got ino my bed to wake me up. It was time to get out bed for me as well, so I told him to go into the bathroom and take off the pj’s like he normally does. But then I felt something in the bed. It felt like sand or cookie crumble. I headed down stairs, worried he somehow had got the door up. But no. The room was filled (ok, not all over, but it felt like it!) with sugar. It was everywhere. In the chair, on the TV and on the floor. Off course I should have hidden that sugar bag better the night before, but still, I didn’t think he would poor it all out!!

That morning was spent wakuuming, trying to get the sugar up from the floor and everywhere else. Grr… It was not fun. As a punnishment he’s gotten no time to watch TV today. I don’t think if he understands that. But hope so. This can’t go on!!

I still hear sugar under my feets when walking in the livingroom, I guess I will hear it a long time….

Guess who’s going to hid away everything that’s messy tonight!!

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