So, life at the Gibbs house is as interesting as ever. We are on day 3 of screen free week or, as I like to call it, day 3 of the hostage situation. Man. MAN! I sure love Netflix and all it's babysitting abilities.
Let's be real for a minute. Mom guilt sucks. It sucks SO much. Since the twins were born we have been immersed in the TV. It's turned on when we wake up and I swear it doesn't shut off until bed time. I decided that we needed a week screen free to ease my guilt. Some time where they can detox and think about life. Just kidding, he's only 2.5 and believes life is strictly for destroying as much as he can in as little bit of time that he can. There is very little in this life that can control Charlie like a good binge watch of Curious George. I actually can't watch Curious George. He throws my anxiety into a tailspin. Seriously, Man in the Yellow Hat, stop saying "Be a good little monkey." You KNOW that's not gonna happen. Remember when George accidentally bought 100000 doughnuts. I can't even with that...That show is just an accident waiting to happen.
I went upstairs to put the twins down for a nap and asked Evie to "watch" Charlie. Whenever I do this I just have to come to terms with the fact that my house is about to be destroyed for the 5th time today. As I was up there I actually didn't hear anything terrible so I thought, naively, that we were in the clear. When I made it back downstairs The destruction was evident: A container of yogurt all over the floor with salt and pepper dumped on top of it. And then I found the culprit standing on the counter eating marshmallows out of a bag.
Screen free is not the way to be.
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