The Plan

So, the plan didn't work so well on cleaning, although I did make some headway and Kiddo helped out some too. (hubby was sleeping per his usual during the day since he works graveyards).

So around 4:30 today, I was just flipping exhausted. Two whiny kids, trying to clean, trying to make everybody happy ... i just passed out with the baby during his nap.

I woke up around 6, smelling something not right.

Kiddo had painted her fingernails.

And her toenails.

And her toes.

And the vinyl flooring in the bathroom.

And the sink.

And the countertop.

And the wall.

Everything but the nails was an "accident" of course. And she said I'd given her permission. (Note: I have *never* given her permission to just paint her nails without supervision because I KNOW this will happen. She asked me while I was asleep, the booger, knowing I'd say yes. The polish is going in the trash tomorrow.).

So then we had to make the house even stinkier by cleaning it up. With non-acetone nail polish remover.

Hubby opened all the windows.

I took two Tylenol and a Pepsi and went to bed. Obviously, I'm not sleeping, but at least the house doesn't stink anymore.