Cate is exhausted today, enough so that I thought I could get her to take a nap. She asked to wear pajamas, I read her a book and tucked her in. Then I went to my room to take care of a few things. I still hadn’t heard any noise from her, so I decided to take a little nap myself. I left my door open so that I’d be sure to hear her when she woke up.
Only, it didn’t work. I dozed off for about 15 minutes, then decided to gather some laundry and go back downstairs to work on it. I found her in the living room like this:
I was furious! (But not so much I couldn’t remember to take a picture to prove her destruction to her when she’s older.)
She pushed a dining chair to the pantry, got the Oreos off a high shelf then help herself to them. I counted the halves as I cleaned them up, and there were 21 of them; that means she got the cream out of at least 11 cookies, but perhaps many, many more.
She knows she’s in trouble. I took a break to blog about it because I feel like I’m about to wring her neck today, and I know I need to calm down before I deal with her. All I can say is that at least it’s not quite as bad as this time.