And our day started off so lovely. Lola and I were having a great time together, painting salt dough ornaments we had baked earlier and sprucing them up with lots of glitter. Everything was fine and then I left the room. I was only gone for two seconds, maybe three, I swear. Upon my return I walked right into the Great Glitter Explosion of 2011.
Oh goodie.
When I asked her what happened, Lola answered she spilled just a little bit and must have had some on her feet when she walked to her room. Indeed, there was a great big pile of glitter on the floor with two size 9 1/2 footprints in the middle of it. I could trace her steps all over the upstairs.
So for the second time that day I hauled the bulky, heavy, pain-in-the-butt vacuum cleaner up the stairs. (Why, my good Americans, why do you insist on using these outdated appliances? Don't you know there's a whole continent out there that uses lightweight, easy to handle vacuums with a retractable cord to boot?)
After I cleaned the mess in my room, I asked Lola to pick up her room. Imagine my surprise when I turned around fifteen minutes later and found she had carried all her toys downstairs instead of putting them away. I was just struggling with the impossible task of slicing a fresh baked loaf of bread and I may have lost my patience there for a minute.
Hence the misfit. At least she sparkles.
5 comments:
Oh no! Glitter! Drama! This made me laugh, but in a sympathetic way.
So, other moms have bad days, too? You aren't the only one and neither am I.
I have the "consumer Reports Best Buy" vac. And it is a behemoth and has no handle for lifting it to do stairs. I guess even the manufacturer knows we hadn't ought to have carpet on the stairs.
you can find the silver lining even in a tantrum!
Literally in this case.
You know it's all about the sparkles! Thanks for stopping by my site today!
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