The other day, Lily was looking at a magazine and stopped to ask me, "Mom, what's this?" She was pointing to an ad of a woman mopping the kitchen floor. Okay, so maybe I'm not the greatest housekeeper, which is maybe why my children felt they needed to help me out. Two weeks ago, I was on the living room couch with Henry, while Oscar and Lily played in the kitchen. It was quiet for a while (which we all know is a bad sign), then I heard laughing, what sounded like falling, crying, laughing again, then, "It's too slippery!" I entered the kitchen and about did the splits, which felt great on my postpartum thighs. My children had poured about a half a bottle of Ivory Dishwashing Liquid Soap all over the kitchen floor. At moments like these, I think you can either laugh or cry. That day, I chose to laugh. Lily and Oscar looked at me for a second, then decided it was okay to laugh too. I put them in the bath, because of course Lily had soap in her eyes, which was adding to the drama, and the bath was the only place I could think to contain them. Henry went in the bouncer and my nice neighbor, Monica watched all three while I attacked the floor.
Wow, that stuff is concentrated. 45 minutes later, the kitchen floor was still lathered in soap suds and I gave up. At least the floor was really clean.
4 comments:
Oh my goodness! I've so had times like that too---two curious little people can be a deadly combination. Good for you for choosing to laugh!
We still had soapy, slick floors for another week. Two more mopping jobs at least to get rid of it. Mar, you're my hero. Thanks also to Monica for coming over to watch the kids. You're great.
I bet they were having the time of their lives until she got soap in her eyes. :)
What a mess to clean up because of how concentrated that stuff is! At least you were able to laugh! :)
HA ha ah ah aha ha haha ha ah ah aha ha ha ha ah ah ah ah aha ha! Love having yahoos!
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