The other day while my mother-in-law was here, the kids were ambling around aimlessly and complaining,"I'm bored." Right away, my mom-in-law told me to put a video on for them because that's her fallback to everything concerning the kids. Kid doesn't want to eat? Then stick him in front of the tube and spoon the food into him. Kid being too active? TV. Kid being too quiet? TV. I could understand if the kids were bugging her to death and she needed a break, but that wasn't the case here. She said,"Pamela, just put on a movie for them" in that way that haunts my brain.
I refused. I told the kids to go find something to play. They said there was nothing, much like how we women look at our closets and say we have nothing to wear. So I told them to either go to sleep, clean up, or stare at the wall. I tried to reassure my mom-in-law that they wouldn't really do any of these, but I don't think she believed me.
It's too bad she left because this is what I found half an hour later on their bunk bed.It's nice and neat but what is it?
Well, duh, it's monkey bars for their animals.
I'll spare you a picture of their closet floor.