Grounded!

Remember these bottles?

I had a few more of these old glass bottles in the pole barn, waiting to be washed out

and used for more peach wine. I had maybe 5 or 6 more, along with some old brown clorox glass bottles and some other vintage glass jars.

They were in a milk crate and I was thinking about them last week;

thinking it was time to go and get them to wash out and get ready to separate out the peach wine into smaller bottles.

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My girls did this:

..smashed every single glass bottle and jar I had in there.
Ooooh! I was so mad!

This is where I suspect being able to hear would have come in handy::

I would have heard them dropping a heavy brick onto glass and hear it shattering.

They were grounded for 3 days and they are not allowed in the pole barn until I say so.

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It's all Karma come back to bite me in the butt.

When I was about 6, my mom had some canning jars in the basement and I wanted to poke a few holes in the lid of one to catch fireflies in. I didn't think to take the lid off the jar first, so every time I brought the hammer down on the nail, the jar shattered. I think I went through 8 or 9 jars before my mom caught me. She was so mad! At the time, I didn't understand why she was so mad, they were just jars. Now, 30 years later, I understand:: they were canning jars; they were blue canning jars; they were my Grandma's blue canning jars. Oops.

Grounding the kids is harder on me than the kids, I suspect. I was tempted several times to shoo them outside when they started driving me up the wall. When I threatened to send them to their individual rooms for the rest of the day, that settled them down for a bit. Maybe next time I ground them (hopefully there won't be a next time!), I'll make sure Andrew is home to help me play referee!