Booby Traps

My children are setting booby traps for me. I just know it.

Their tactics:

Vintage, metal, army tank lurking under a blanket on the floor – that is “discovered” by my foot.

-OR- sneaking in the house after playing in the sprinkler – leaving an invisible, wet trap that I wipe out on.

-OR- pee on the toilet seat that is discovered as soon as I “sit”.

-OR- clean laundry put in their dirty hamper (emotional booby trap- equally effective).

-OR- hiding “one-half” of each pair of shoes that I regularly wear – forcing me to wear Sunday heels with my sweat pants when I had to fill my car up.

OR- Turning all the knobs while I am vacuuming the car out – so when I start the engine – the radio and wipers almost put me in cardiac arrest.

-OR- Cookie slime on my soda straw – spotted right before I sip. Violated. The 32 ounce soda is now in Bryce’s custody.

-OR- Bryce pressing the power button on my computer tower right before I save a document I have worked on for 45 minutes.

-OR- My $50 Williams-Sonoma tea pot spotted in the backyard…in the fire pit.

-OR- Bradley lifting my skirt up in the air – for all to see while I stand in the crowded foyer at church.

-OR- heading to bed late- Lights already out – climbing into bed – and laying down FLAT ON THIS…

And to think these were their booby traps…THIS WEEK.

Can’t wait to find out what they have planned for next week.