My Foot Hurts

I've always liked the phrase "He shot himself in the foot."   I imagine some cowboy way back when shooting himself in the foot while his gun is still in the holster.  He's now imortalized in an idiom.  Ouch. 

I have no gun (regretably) so I cannot shoot myself in the foot.  But I did, figuratively do just that.  And unfortunately, my action has a consequence.

Action: Staying up too late watching TV or relishing the quiet.  

Consequence:  Being extremely tired the next day yet young children require supervision. 

Action: Blogging or FBing instead of supervising my children.

Consequence: Children armed with crayons conquered an end panel in my kitchen.

Action: Giving the children Play Doh.

Consequence:  Play Doh mashed into all of the floors.

(thank you, Lord, for hardwoods and tile)

I imagine that cowboy went home with his head hung low and became a farmer instead.  I, however, do not forsee a career change.  I will, instead, try to catch a powernap while the kids are *cross my fingers* napping..
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