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Whoever came up with that saying has obviously never had the delightful experience of swimming through your kitchen because there is a gallon of milk floating around on the floor.
It all started after a rather crazy trip to the grocery store. Normally I go late at night so I don’t have to deal with the kids but we really needed something for dinner and Luke was still gone so I ventured out to the store by myself with the kids.
I guess it really wasn’t too bad considering all that happened was the kids screamed hello to everyone we passed, fought for a short period of time, mostly Savannah yelling at the top of her lungs, “he’s touching me mommy!” and the kids hanging out of the sides of that front part of the shopping cart, the part that looks like a car, while racing to see who could pull the most food off the shelves.
Anyway, I carried Jacob and two gallons of milk up the stairs to our apartment then herded the other two inside and gave Savannah instructions not to let Joseph open the door. So, I ran back to the car, grabbed some groceries then sprinted back up to the apartment.
As soon as I opened the door Savannah runs up to me half crying saying, “I made a mess mommy!”
Well, that was an understatement! Savannah had tried to move one of the gallons and had dropped it, busting the corner and there was Jacob, gleefully splashing around in the milk with Joseph standing right on the edge of the white river, tip toeing back as it expanded screaming “mess!! mess!!” It was obvious that she had tried to clean it up by the solitary paper towel floating in the milk.
Perhaps I should have paused long enough to take a picture of this… delightful scene, but I confess it was the last thing on my mind as I waded through our kitchen to remove Jacob as he was helping to soak up the milk with his pants.
When Savannah was little I use to take pictures of ALL her messes; a whole box of cornstarch on the carpet, a banana squished into new pajamas, lipstick all over the quilt… things like that. Now, that the messes have tripled, I just feel like locking the kids in their rooms so I don’t have to follow them around with paper towels and a broom!
Anyhow, the moral of the story is, there are certain instances when crying over spilled milk is okay.
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LOL!
You know, some people have told us we should get a dog for the kids. But why would I want to get an animal to help add to the mess when the kids do a fine job all by themselves!! =)
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Ha! This is hilarious! As I don’t have any babies (yet), I can only relate this to when we got our puppy. As a tiny little bundle of fur, it was ADORABLE when he’d knock things over or track muddy paw prints throughout the house. Now that’s he’s 3 years old (and 95 lbs!), it’s more aggravating.
I can only imagine how kids will multiply the messes!
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Oh, did I mention that my neighbor came and asked what that bad smell was?
Opps.
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So true! How else are mom’s to survive?
But the worst part about it was, we didn’t have a washer and a dyer so all the towels that I used to soak up the milk sat in our apartment over night.
Wow, who knew milk soaked towels could smell so bad! Especially only after one night!
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I completely agree. Sometimes you have to cry.
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