Destruction

I came home from work to find that Shane had left the office door open. He had done it before and I left the mess for him to clean up that day since I had to go to the store and get stuff for dinner. So he sent me a text one day and said he thought he left the office door open, but I was too busy to leave work to check. I should have made time since this is what I came home to:

This is in the office (obviously - since there is a desk)

another in the office

in our bedroom

more in our bedroom

and more in our bedroom

I'm knitting a blanket for some friends of ours having a baby. That's the blanket and the yarn. They yarn went from the back of the house where the office is to the front of the house where the master bedroom is. I was able to save the blanket - thank GOD - or else I was gonna cry at the thought of either having to start over or giving up and buying them something not made by me. Oh, and those are all of my grandmother's, mother's and great aunt's hand written recipes and recipe boxes too. Zoey destroyed two of the boxes and only damaged the corner of one recipe - I got REAL LUCKY there. I lost a flip flop in the massacre and Shane said he will replace with a new pair - we'll see.

I got home yesterday and he had done it again - left the office door open. This time she got into the recipes again and not one recipe card was destroyed, just the boxes. However, she did destroy a knitting needle that had the makings of a sweater on it - not sure I'll be able to salvage that knitting project and she destroyed my souvenir bag from the Vancouver Olympics. As in a reusable shopping tote from the Hudson Bay Company - not a plastic or paper bag. I am bummed about that one.

I can't really get mad at Zoey since she is only 7 months old. She gets bored so easily and there are obvious signs of that all over the house (well mainly upstairs), the carpet, the baseboards, my nightstand, a plastic tub she managed to get into...