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I flipped my sh!t today when a second act of graffiti was committed in my new kitchen. Yesterday the two littlest ones spilled nail polish remover on my butcher block island and didn't tell anyone. It soaked and stripped. I cleaned it up with a low roar. The entire block needs to be refinished. "if I ever see nail polish remover in the kitchen again someone will die," or something benign like that. The entire puddle stripped and is a different color than the rest of the kitchen. It's bad.
Today I walk into the kitchen and notice glitter and clear acrylic streaking across the cherry wood floors and kitchen (heated) tiles. I tried to remove it with remover but it was changing the finish of the tiles. I flipped my shit.
Fast forward. DH comes home (who else works on Dec 26th) and I list everyone's offenses. He gets pissed, gathers his witts, and he comes into the kitchen and asks in calm dawkter mode, " Do you guys want to move back into the old house?"
DS enthusiastically waves his hand, "I do, I do!!! I want to move back to the old house."
How do you not laugh. He derailed his entire "you need to take better care of this house" lecture.
Today I walk into the kitchen and notice glitter and clear acrylic streaking across the cherry wood floors and kitchen (heated) tiles. I tried to remove it with remover but it was changing the finish of the tiles. I flipped my shit.
Fast forward. DH comes home (who else works on Dec 26th) and I list everyone's offenses. He gets pissed, gathers his witts, and he comes into the kitchen and asks in calm dawkter mode, " Do you guys want to move back into the old house?"
DS enthusiastically waves his hand, "I do, I do!!! I want to move back to the old house."
How do you not laugh. He derailed his entire "you need to take better care of this house" lecture.
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