Last Sunday Lance was sick, and being the good wife that I am, I left Casey home with him and took the other two boys to church with me. Casey doesn’t love Sacrament and absolutely will not go to Primary, but is pretty content to play at home, so I thought it was a good plan. Maybe not so much.

Lance wouldn’t let him watch Spongebob. The following was the result:

That’s a big leather chair he overturned. Laundry. Clothes that are too small for the boys that I had packed up in a bin outside their room.

He even got the drapes down! No bedding on my bed. Hangers and shoes from the closet. But by the time I came home he was pretty happy and said as I walked in, “Hey Mom, howzit goin?”

The best part? I’ve yet to clean that disaster up.