
I have been needing to vent about this since it happened on Sunday; I thought a Mostly WORDLESS post would be fitting considering I was SPEECHLESS when my oldest son was NOT listening to me about running around the house with a rubber baseball on a string!!!
I told him it would end up hitting something and he would be in HUGE trouble if he broke anything of mine!
They say, MOTHER KNOWS BEST because sure enough on Sunday, he was running and CRASH!!!! My living room wall shelf FULL of antique dishes and tea cups/saucers I collect came crashing to the floor! I came around the corner and this is what I saw...

All but 4 of my lovely sentimental and some PRICEY collectibles, shattered on the living room floor! I literally did not know what to do or say! Brian came around the corner and proclaimed, "HOLY SH*T!!" I just stood there stunned, then screamed "GO TO YOUR ROOM". And a big speech came after that followed by a GROUNDING... but no BUTT WHOOPING! I contained myself; my son was crying saying "I'm a dumb kid..." over and over. I told him he wasn't a DUMB kid, but he made a really DUMB decision to run with the ball, after being told MANY times NOT TO DO IT!!!





















