The Candy Cane Behind The Couch

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

Now I have to give a little furniture background before I start this, just so I don’t sound like such a bad mommy here in a minute. My couch is not up against the wall, it is up against a corner with a cute little table and lamp behind it. And lots and lots of craft stuff and space. I promise!

The twins have a serious candy cane addiction. Oh wait, its Monday… the twins do NOT have a serious candy cane addiction. This addiction started with Grandma and those mini candy canes that you get from shopping mall Santas. They asked for one whenever we walked in Grandma’s door, which is almost daily for us. So jump to Christmas Eve. Erik and I always decorate the Christmas tree with candy canes on Christmas Eve, yummy chocolate ones and fruity ones. We should have known better… Christmas morning they became a problem. Erik rounded them all up and stashed them in a cupboard; we thought they were all up. Moments later Donnelly and Liam were in the midst of what may appear to others as a dog fight, a bright red cherry flavored candy cane in the middle. The wonderful skills that I have acquired as a mother kicked in and I did what any good mom would do. I picked up the pieces and chucked them behind the couch. Problem solved.

Ok, jump to today. This week has been a rough one! Erik had a nasty stomach bug on Sunday, Ben and Liam on Tuesday, me on Wednesday, Ben again on Thursday and Saturday. Fun times. Now I’ve completely lost my voice now and woke up Sunday feeling very crummy. Erik went off to church and I stayed home with the kids who are all feeling much better than mommy. Being the wonderful mommy that I am, I most certainly did NOT lie on the couch while my little ones crawled around me and watched a movie. I did NOT doze off and wake (moments later, I swear!) to find the little ones behind the couch, giggling. They think it’s pretty funny to get back there, mommy finds it pretty irritating. I immediately started my “that is not a safe place to play” rant and crawled over the couch only to find what they were giggling about. The candy cane. Yes, the bright red cherry flavored one from Christmas, cemented quite firmly to the little table behind the couch, hidden by picture frame. And what do you suppose the little ones are doing? Oh they were certainly NOT taking turns, working very hard to lick said candy cane off of the table. They did a pretty good job, too. Becasue I am the good mom that I am, I pulled them out from behind the couch and finished my "not a safe place" rant. I did NOT sit back, proud of the little ones for taking turns and sharing the candy cane. Nope, NOT me!