It's been one of those days. Where I tell you about how naughty Madeline has been, rather than wasting brain cells coming up with a creative and original topic to blog about. Don't worry, it's a pretty good one. I kept Madeline in this morning instead of going for a walk because she was starting a runny nose, and I think she wanted to punish me. I was sitting on the couch reading a book, when I reflected on how quiet Madeline was being. I hadn't heard chairs scraping across the floor, or bowls being pulled from the cupboard, or cereal being dumped. Naturally this was worrisome. So I hightailed it into the kitchen. And lo and behold: Madeline had poured out three quarters a gallon of milk onto the floor. And was laying on her stomach trying to lap it up like a dog. Because apparently, "Please Mom, I want a drink" is so outdated.
Oh, but wait, it gets better. It went under the refrigerator, so I had to strain and push and move that monster so I could mop up milk. Turns out we haven't done that since we moved in, and it's pretty disgusting under there. So glad I got tackle that project today. And when I was pushing the refrigerator back into place, a really nice decorative plate given to us as a gift fell off the top. And broke. At that point I pretty much wanted to sit down and cry and call a mother's strike. But then Madeline would get to run amok through spilled milk and glass shards. And a trip to the emergency room would be icing on the cake. So now, despite my efforts, I have sticky floors, half a plate, and super glue all over my hands. You just know bedtime is going to be early today. (For me. Madeline and Jessie can stay up as late as they want.)
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