I get that sinking feeling in my stomach as I realize that I've entered that most dangerous of all parenting zones - the quiet zone.
It can't be good. It's definitely not good. It's never good.
Quiet means that one or both of them are deep into something they have no business being into.
With great trepidation I slowly walk down the hall, to find my daughter has decided to dump out every single boxed game that my son has in his room and scatter the
And I breathe a big sigh of relief that I dodged a bullet on that one, knowing that it could have been worse. Far worse. She could have been covering herself and all of her surroundings with tiny stickers (have you ever tried to get several hundred stickers off of the carpet? I have. It's not fun.), or pushing several dozen magnets deep under the refrigerator, or dumping fish food all over the bed, or playing 'can I cover myself head to toe" with that blue gunk in the toilet bowl (we've since changed to the kind that goes inside the tank), or clogging up the toilet with an entire roll of toilet paper, or any one of a million other things that I shudder to
Yes, it could have been a whole lot worse.
The Sunday Scribblings writing prompt for this week was "I get that sinking feeling".