Supermom

 Some days you just want to turn on the electric babysitter. With the weather turning crummy I can't throw the kids outside to burn off all their evil toddler energy, and it's tearing my house apart. They'll play for roughly five minutes before the shrieking starts. After booboo's are kissed the first thing they as for is T.V.
 NO! I can't stand most of the stupid little shows they like, and when it's raining outside they want to watch them for hours on end. What would Supermom do?

 Why, she'd pull out the paints and paper, that's what! For about five minutes. Crap, now I have to clean THAT too. 
Maybe some other arts and crafts. With glitter and glue and feathers and scraps of paper everywhere.
 Let's try this again. How about music? Yay the same CD for the next two hours. As long as it's not KIDS BOP. That shit makes my eyes bleed.
 What about playing with the dollhouse? Now everyone is fighting over who gets the pink dress.
You know what Supermom, you don't have all the answers suck. Go away, we're watching Fraggle Rock.