Who’s in Charge Here?

I keep waiting for the naptime to become a reasonable affair with the little twinsesses. At the rate they are going, we may graduate from napping before that day comes. They are not delicate flowers. I've said before that they make their brothers look like pushovers.

We routinely do the get back in your bed scenario with the girls. My response time between hearing them get up and actually making it to their room to return them to bed is not always immediate. Sometimes, I let them have their little dance parties just so I can get the boys started on schoolwork. In the early days, they just tore their room apart. They emptied containers of toys, blankets, wipes, diapers, the basic ransack routine. When they discovered how to work the doorknobs, they began including all closet items in their destruction. Then they figured out how to climb to the shelf in their closet. There are no safe spaces to store things.

Because simply destroying their tidy room apparently wasn't thrilling enough, the beds became trampolines and a place to practice their acrobatics. I thought we had surely reached the pinnacle of mayhem they were capable of at this stage.

I was mistaken.

Today they not only pulled out diapers, dumped books, blankets, and toys and stripped off all their bedding, they somehow dumped their twin sized mattress onto the floor as well. Twice. They are two, mind you. I'm not sure how they did it. I kind of wish I had been in the room to witness the teamwork that had to have occurred to get it from the bed to the middle of the room.

My next move is to leave their blankets and take everything else out.

Who created these animals, and where is the responsible adult in charge?

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