Friday, September 26, 2008
We had just woken up from a nice nap and headed to the kitchen to make lemonade, one of Allison's favorite treats. The girls had both slid their chairs over to the counter to help and after the last bit of water was added to the pitcher I moved toward the garbage to throw away the can. Call it pregnancy clumsiness, or just a sleep-induced fog still circling my head, but I managed to catch the leg of one of the chairs causing an almost comedic chain of events. I say" almost" becasue I'm sure I'll laugh when telling Dave the story tonight, but right now I sill just want to cry. Having lost their footing and hanging on tightly to the pitcher, both girls and lemonade went tumbling towards the counter. It seemed to happen in slow-motion, lemonade splashing the side of the fridge, into the flower-pot of dozens of pens, the toaster, the open bag of bread, the front of drawers that had been left partially askew, the stove top and towels hanging from it, 2 chairs, 2 girls and of course the floor.
The stickiness is almost fully cleaned up and Emily is now sporting her 3rd outfit for the day (don't ask). Dave will need to pull the fridge out tonight so I can finish the final clean up. I will again be knee-deep in laundry and worst of all, I am really craving a tall glass of ice-cold lemonade!
Today's event ranks right up there with the Vaseline in the hair incident, and my favoite...the laundry detergent all over the floor and in the hair incident. I am in desperate need of cheering up, please leave me a note about your worst, funniest or just plain dumb-luck household goof. But don't include any details about someone getting hurt, my hormones just won't allow me to handle that kind of story these days.
Hoping your day is better than mine...