I’m reconsidering the necessity of the Monkey Cage

After what I’ve been through the past few days, I must admit the monkey cage is not looking so shabby! The past three days have felt like I have two little monkeys ransacking my house. I’m use to the normal messes Zany Janie and Wacky Zacky make on a daily basis, that doesn’t bother me. What has been on the verge of driving me crazy is the new messes they have been making. I use to be able to get a few moments peace when I went into the bathroom, whether it be to use the toilet or take a shower. I found that if I gave the kids toys to preoccupy themselves near the door that they could entertain themselves for a few minutes. Well, I don’t know if it’s the heat, something in the air, or some other reason, but the two Zany babies have been making lots of trouble for Mama Z!

Wednesday morning, while I was preoccupied, the little angels raced down the hall into the guest bathroom and began playing in the toilet. I know, it’s a disgusting pleasure for them! Within a matter of a few minutes they had unraveled an entire role of toilet paper, flushed it down the toilet, and had managed to clog the toilet so severely that it took over 10 minutes to unclog it. Apparently they had not had their fill of fun in the toilet because later in the day they both returned to it and Wacky Zacky got his plastic cup from the tub, filled it with toilet water, and dumped it on Zany Janie’s head. Okay, having their hands in the toilet makes my stomach queasy, but knowing my little girl was covered in toilet water was more than I could stand!

Thursday rolls around and Zany Janie was peacefully sleeping in her crib and Wacky Zacky was sitting on our bed watching TV and playing with a toy. As with all other days, I thought it would be safe to take a shower. My mind was at ease because I could see his reflection in the bathroom mirror as I took a shower. I had about 1 minute left of my shower and Wacky Zacky came sauntering in with an empty bottle of massage oil in his hands. He looked up at me smiling and proudly said, “Look Mommy!” thrusting the empty bottle towards the glass door. My stomach lurched as I realized that he had gotten into a drawer that was filled with lotion and oils. I quickly finished my shower, the whole time picturing what kind of mess I was going to have to clean up. I got out and found 4 empty bottles of massage oil sitting on the floor. Our bed and floor now have greasy stains on them.

The final incident that nearly drove me to insanity was last night when I was making dinner. Wacky Zacky was playing with his toys in the living room. I left the kitchen and walked into the closet to get something out of the diaper bag. In the five seconds I was gone Wacky Zacky had gotten into the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher filled with heavy pulp orange juice. I realized what he had done right when he was pouring it out onto the floor splashing the inside of the refrigerator, walls, and cabinets. Let me tell you, heavy pulped orange juice looks like piles of vomit when it’s covering your floor and walls. It was not fun cleaning it up.

Every mess I cleaned-up got me thinking about those Monkey Cages in the hospital and the more messes I clean up the more they begin to make perfect sense! Anyone know where I can get one of those handy cages, I mean cribs?

Zany thought of the day: Question: What do you call a fairy who never takes a bath?
Answer: Stinkerbell