Don't get me wrong, I love my kids and I love to spend time with them, but this "break" has been anything but. We've been spring cleaning, on top of transitioning the toddler from crib (in our room) to toddler bed in her "big girl room". This started on Thursday, prior to them getting out of school and preschool on Friday.
I ripped out her carpet, which was stained and stunk. To me anyway. See in the past few months, my little three year old has decided she wants to be a baker. How do I know this? Oh from the gallon of cooking oil she managed to swipe from under a counter (she put it on her big wheel that she just got for her birthday and "drove" it down the hall to her room-at least that's the theory I'm sticking to), and then empty it's contents in the middle of her bedroom floor.
The next week, I left big sister in charge for about an hour while brother was at ball practice. I came home to find that she snuck past sissy and got a container of sugar and dumped it in the floor. Mind you the carpet still felt greasy from the oil. Fortunately we stopped her from snatching the carton of eggs off the counter.
I'm pretty sure there was one other thing that got dumped, but I gave up counting.
And of course the gift of choice at Christmas was play baking supplies from everyone. It's a little funny to look back on, but I swear....
Anyway I ripped out her carpet and laid vinyl flooring that looks like wood. I did the same in her siblings rooms last year. Once it was all said and done it looked fantastic. Yes, I'm tooting my own horn. I did it ALL BY MYSELF and I'm proud of my work. My back hated me for three days.
Tonight my oldest said she would lay with the toddler to go to sleep. You see, she's a sneaky little devil and must be watched to go to sleep. At some point my oldest decided to leave her alone. I walk down the hall to check on them and smell finger nail polish. Now my first thought is the oldest (I have three-a preteen drama queen, a wrestling/gaming son, and the mini diva toddler), is painting her nails and it's past bedtime.
Oh, but no. The toddler found the finger nail polish and decided to PAINT HER NEW ROOM. Table. Chair. FLOOR.
Can you imagine the horror and steam escaping my ears?
After trying to clean it up, the room stunk again. I hate to smell polish anyway, and worse I didn't want her to have to sleep with the smell. So I opened the window to air it out. I walked off to clean myself up and went back to check again, only to smell the SKUNK that had let loose outside.
Finger nail polish. Polish remover. And skunk.
Oh. My. Gravy.
So I decided to sit down and take a breather and in the midst of things, I thought this was a little funny and wanted to share with you all. We all have those parenting moments where we don't know if we're coming or going. My motto is to laugh to keep from crying. It happens. It's real. It's raw. Life isn't all those picture perfect images we had in our heads.
And you know what? Any other way would be boring. While I wanted to scream and cry because the perfect floor now had bright pink nail polish on it, I chose to write about it and make it a concrete memory. I'm sure I'll look back on these "scenes" one day and laugh. One day. Just not today.
Now, mama needs a nap.
☮ & 💗
~A~
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