Why We Can't Have Nice Things

So the other day I just got home from grocery shopping and Olivia was crying because she was hungry.  Me and Tim were bringing in and putting away all the groceries when Cooper started crying and saying, "Owie, owie, owie!"

I looked down the hall and could tell that his fingers were closed in the bathroom door.  I ran down the hall to open it and it wouldn't budge.  It all happened so fast that I'm not sure if it was locked or just wouldn't open because it was completely closed on his fingers.  Lindsey was in the bathroom so I started yelling at her to unlock the door.  I was panicking and it was chaos and then Tim rammed his shoulder into the door, busting it open.

Cooper is always trying to get into the bathroom and the girls always yell at him and slam the door shut, so this was bound to happen sooner or later because my children don't listen!  Poor Cooper, and now we have to figure out how to fix the door frame.

Lindsey has been leaning back in her kitchen chair and I keep telling her to stop because she'll fall and get hurt.  So Sunday morning while getting ready for church I hear a big crash in the kitchen, followed by crying.  I knew exactly what happened.  Cooper was crying too and kept asking, "Happened?" while looking at Lindsey.  He's pretty traumatized by all these events.  All we found were scrapes on her arm and when I asked her where it hurt she pointed to her leg. Poor girl!  The chair was broken too.  Broken chair, broken door frame...this is why we don't buy nice things. Haha!

And then today Cooper fell on the fireplace and scraped his nose.  It never ends!