The dishes are put away, the laundry is folded, and after two hours of mopping, scrubbing, then steaming, all the floors downstairs are finally clean.
Good enough to eat off of?
Well, now that you ask.........Yes.
But not for long.
Babies don't discriminate where they eat. All they know is when they're hungry, they want food.....immediately. So, I quickly cooked up some scrambled eggs and toast for a quick fix to hunger. I placed the eggs on the table (my first mistake) and hurried back to the kitchen to grab the toast. Before I made it 6 feet back to the dining room Wyatt and Lillian had grabbed the bowl of eggs off the table, dumped them out on the floor to indulge in buttery, yellow delight.
As I was cleaning up this mess, Lillian found the gallon of milk Ava left out on the floor one minute earlier, and proceeded to walk from one room to the next while pouring the milk effortlessly onto MY NICE, CLEAN FLOOR.
If I ran a cleaning business, my children would keep me employed.
Oh, AJ, I'm so glad you have a sense of humor, my dear. Comes in handy in times like that. =) You are an awesome mom!
ReplyDeleteThose little rascals! I know the feeling! :)
ReplyDeleteYou are so funny and I can SO relate to what you put in your blogs! I'm Aaron's mom--Paul's friend from school at King of Kings--I'm friends with Paul's mom and I do follow your blog daily, and look forward to the exploits of your beautiful children.
ReplyDeleteLove the blog! You are such a great mom. I can't believe how you handle it all! It has been so fun to read your blog. How fun!
ReplyDelete-Rindi