A Fine Welcome Home

When Mark and I got back from our trip we discovered that Connor and Chloe had made this lovely Welcome Home sign for us:

You'll have to click on it and study the thing. It's a work of art, really.  

Apparently we left just as impending doom settled on the house. This meant that they were very happy to see our return--far more than usual--and made sure to welcome us back with a sketched account of the trauma they endured in our absence.

First, the trash began piling up.  And from the look of Chloe's hand drawn pile of rotten tomatoes, complete with visible rising stench, it must not have been very pleasant.  Of course what they forget is that when mom's away and you prefer those handy frozen microwave meals and delivery pizzas--and all the boxes that come with it, well, trash tends to back up quickly.  Not to mention the fact that their mother isn't home to tell them to take it out! 

Next the toilets clogged up.  Sheesh.  Children really do need their mother apparently.  This doesn't happen that much when I'm home.  What the heck are they doing in there while I'm gone?? I have some disturbing theories, but I will restrain from further comment on this one--you can thank me for that in the comment section.

Then the mother of all tragedies.  The refrigerator peed all over the floor.  Yes, this is true.  No hyperbole here.  Look back at the sign.  Do you see that ocean of water engulfing Chloe's hand drawn refrigerator on the bottom right corner of the sign?  The appliance went berserk in the middle of the night and started spraying water from the door-front ice/water dispenser!  (Perhaps our fridge was in a territorial dispute with our stupid cat.)  In the morning they came into the kitchen with a "slosh-slosh-shlosh" and turned on the light to discover the kitchen was at full tide.  

Which must be why Connor wrote:

Welcome Home

I missed you

p.s. Fix the fridge and toilets.

And Chloe wrote:

Finally, ONE thing that's nice...your bed!

Yes indeed, a fine welcome home.