The Doom, As it Were

Despite my attempts (cough, cough) to prevent the doom that was foretold, The Stash was hit. All of my project bags containing all of my unfinished projects mysteriously disappeared.

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My “trusty” guard claimed to be on a lunch break when it happened, but we all suspect foul play on her part.

I could drag this out further, but honestly, from this point things escalated quite quickly.

Appalled at the gross abuse of my wool, my eldest daughter, The Bookworm, appointed herself Head Detective and Chief of Police. In no time at all, she had my property returned and had nabbed the culprit.

(this is our attempt at a mug shot)

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In a surprising twist, she had an accomplice! He was nabbed, too.

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Amid giggles and squeals justice was served. And today was declared “The FUNNEST DAY EVER” by some of my more emotive children. Namely this one –

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Fox Guarding the Henhouse

Naturally, when my stash was threatened this morning, I went on high alert.

I even posted a guard.

In a stroke of genius (and because I am a super fun mom), I appointed my number one suspect as guardian of the yarn, as if I never thought she would be capable of such crimes.

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I’ll let you know how that worked out as this story unfolds.

The Note

I found this on my pillow when I went in my room to make my bed after breakfast.

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Talk about hitting me where it hurts!

My suspect list is short. Of my seven children, there are only a few that a) can write a note without asking me how to spell every third word; b) would use pink letters; and c) continuously followed me around the house this morning asking me when I was going to make my bed.

Stay tuned for more on this breaking story. (I can’t wait to see what’s next!)