CSI: Beavercreek!

I kept getting all this spam from some company that wants to train me to become a crime scene investigator.  “Forensic Science!  Bite the bullet – study crime,” they proclaimed.  “Got a knack for solving puzzles?  Earn your CSI degree!”  Every time I saw one of these I thought, I hope they didn’t pay much for my email address.  I mocked these emails mercilessly in my mind — what else would I think about while folding laundry?  Honestly, what are they thinking?  What on earth would a SAHM of four do with training like that?

And then it came to me this past Saturday as hubby and I caught the scent of dusting spray.  Dusting spray?  I hadn’t used that in…well, a shamefully long time.  The terrifying space monkeys were at it again!  The crime scene TSM3’s bedroom was redolent with the spray since they had used the entire can.  Every surface had been sprayed, including bedding and carpet.  The miasma was literally headache inducing! 

Having surveyed the bedroom, my husband and I asked the kids what had happened.  TSM1 said they hadn’t done anything, and both TSM2 and 3 were going to follow his lead.  So we sent them to separate cells time out areas and began interrogating them one at a time.  We started with TSM3 who sang like a canary — no concept of gang loyalty with that one — so we were well on our way to figuring out how the crime went down.  TSM2 was next with a more detailed confession, and an admission that he was just copying TSM1.  TSM1?!  He’s old enough to know better.  Also, old enough to try lying to cover his tracks.  He did confess during the second questioning, but received extra consequences for perjury.

At the beginning of this investigation I thought, Shoot, maybe I do need some CSI training.  This is nuts!  But then after we had solved the crime I knew that I had already received all the training I needed from being a mom.  Motherhood has to be the craziest occupation ever aside from international spy.

~ by quiregirl on October 14, 2008.