I told them to slide the few small pieces of furniture out into the hall before they began. Wanting to stretch the kids with a new opportunity, I went downstairs and left them to do the job.
I could hear them laughing and talking while the music played, and after an hour, I decided to check their progress. As I got to the top of the stairs, I saw that they had carelessly pushed the small furniture into the wall, and in the process, something that I valued had been damaged.
I started yelling. (If you are someone who never raises your voice, my hat is off to you!)
Tori and Joy stopped painting, and listened to me go off before I stomped back downstairs.
The sound of the radio stilled, and then angry shouts and shrieks filled the upstairs.
Running back up the steps and into the room, I saw them angrily painting EACH OTHER up and down with their paint rollers! It had gone from fun and productive, to angry and a disaster, and I was to blame. The damaged item could have been discussed later. Live and learn, Nealie. Attitudes ARE contagious. 🙁 Nealie