Tuesday, July 17, 2007



It had to happen. Nail polish has been flowing freely for quite sometime. My only rule? You must put your hand or foot on the floor on a piece of paper. Even on the table on a piece of paper would be acceptable. So really, the emphasis is on the paper underneath. And permission. I wanted to know it was happening. These rules have been broken all week. Over and over again. This morning at 7:20, we had an urgent meeting in the bathroom. I hate waking up to the smell of nail polish and remover. All 7 coats of nail polish were removed from nails and all nail polish was thrown into the garbage can. I call it tough love and the girls knew they were already driving on bald tires, so it came as no surprise.

4 comments:

hulagirlatheart said...

We had a similar tough love moment..over BLACK nail polish that made its way onto a marble bathroom countertop..twice!

thruchildeyes said...

As I write Philip is painting Emily's toenails. I tried it once and only got one of her nails done. He's the one with the patience! Better go check if they're following the paper rule. :D

steph said...

Tough love works doesn't it! Sorry I haven't commented lately, but I HAVE been enjoying reading your blog. When are you going to make it into a book? It could be a bestseller! Love ya, sister!

Mia said...

there goes our birthday idea ; )