I had just cleaned up a puddle.
See? Nifty, right?
A big-girl-I-waited-too-long-because-I-didn't-want-to-miss-any-of-the-video-puddle.
Right in the middle of making something on the stove that I really couldn't step away from.
*** Some of you can see it comin' already, can't you? ***
The culprit was to be napping.
I heard a faint bang of a closet door.
Turn off the burner, set pan aside.
Tend to daughter.
Race up the steps to find dry clothes for her.
*** Earlier that week I had just been singing the praises of the bi-fold door "locks" I had recently bought and how they were saving me SOOOOOO much time and aggravation because the kids couldn't get into their closets everyday. ***
See? Nifty, right?
I open the door and find...(shudder)...T.H.I.S.
I think I whimpered. Like I remember whimpering in the last hour of labor with my children.
My first thought was to melt into a puddle myself. Of tears, that is.
My second thought was "at least it's not poo."
The third, "poo would stink to clean up literally, but how am I to clean up TRIPLE PASTE diaper cream?!?!?! It's like the superhero of diaper rash creams."
So I removed said culprit from the room, stood him in the tub...and shut the bedroom door.
Denial.
It's the only way a mommy stays sane sometimes.
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Three hours later I worked up the courage to open the door again.
And it took three back-to-back washings, powerful laundry chemicals, the grace of God and some really strong coffee to make things right again with the world.
8 comments:
Oh... how I know that whimper... what a day... what a day... wash... rinse... repeat.
HUGS!!
No words of comfort, just whimpers of understanding.
oh girl...been there. I feel your pain. For me it was lotion and vaseline! cheerios, all the dresser drawers pulled out w/ its contents strewn all over the room, oatmeal (not dry oats...oatmeal!), peaches, popcorn..you name it-my kids have made a mess with it. Not poop, though...well, unless you count in the tub..that's always a treat! And, the whimpering... I've done plenty of that myself, too.
At least now, living in the age of digital photos and blogs, you can link to this post when Natalia or Adam call you with their own parenting woes. ;)
Oh my!!
Oh, how I can relate to days like these! Praying for much grace for you and I commend you for your positive outlook!
Are you kidding me?!?! I think it's a conspiracy.
By the way, the door locks are wonderful...you just need to remember to use them! :-)
Bless you for just whimpering. I'd have been screaming.
My favorite story is of the time we had people over at our house in East Petersburg, and the children seemed to be having a grand time in the playroom. We discovered at the end of the evening that Anthony (probably 3 at the time) had been throwing the pieces of many jigsaw puzzles all over the room while everyone was laughing at him. Grrrrrr.
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