Fool me once...

Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.

Isn't that how the saying goes?

Wednesday night, the girls were in their rooms. I was downstairs on my laptop, doing my usual Facebook, blog, Twitter check. "Wow," I thought to myself. "It is so quiet upstairs. The girls must have really been tired." After a while I went to change the laundry. Both girls were sitting on Macy's bed, hair in elaborate ponytails, bed full of Hannah Montana and High School Musical dolls. I shook my head, sent Kaylin to her room with a little swat, and all was well.

You would think I would learn, wouldn't you?

Last night, the girls were in their rooms. I was downstairs on my laptop, doing my usual Facebook, blog, Twitter check. "Wow," I thought to myself. "It is so quiet upstairs. The girls must have really been tired."

[Picture lightbulb going off in my head]

"Wait a minute..." I head upstairs. You know what I found.