This is why I have a hard time blogging. . .

So last night when I was typing my last entry for this blog, the kids were downstairs playing. After I finished, I went to check on them. I got about halfway down the stairs and the smell of marker hit me. I raced the rest of the way down and found Jack sitting at my desk with a permanent marker, scribbling all over it, himself and my trimmer.

I guess it could have been worse - he could have done it on the walls!