Disaster Strikes in Less Than 30 Seconds
Have you ever had one of those nights? It started out pretty good, actually. In the calm before the storm, I decided, why not, let’s try out that new recipe. The boys woke up from their nap and it looked like it was going to be a pretty quiet evening. Then, right after Hubby informed me over the phone he wouldn’t be home for another hour, disaster struck in less than 30 seconds. The potatoes boiled over, Bubba asked me for the tenth time to tie his superhero cape, the dog refused to get away from my leg as her eyes screamed “I NEED TO PEE,” and I turned my head to see this:
And this:
And this:
I’ll never know how my one-year-old managed to get a bowl out of the fridge, take off the lid, and thoroughly coat himself in homemade frosting with me less than five feet away. I’m sure you are all much more vigilent parents and have never had something like this happen before.
After cleaning the frosting mayhem off of said one-year-old and our wood floors and ensuring the four-year-old wasn’t into his own mischief, I realized my kitchen now looked like this (Yes, those are grocery bags on the counter from our morning trip):
(Sigh) I surveying the overflowing recycling bin, the dishes, and the result of burnt potato goo on the stovetop and did what anyone would do in this situation. I handed Bubba some yogurt, Zeke a bowl of cottage cheese and a spoon, and grabbed an opened bag of Nestle chocolate chips. After eating a small medium healthy portion of milk chocolate chips, I found the sink, wiped off some counters, and pulled dinner from the oven. Hubby came home a little later and was greeted with this (Have to add that this little angel screamed bloody murder up until I got the camera out):
Oh, sure, now you smile
There were times in the Army it only took me a few minutes to ruin things. Not sure that even compares to giving a toddler an unsupervised thirty seconds. Hope your evening turned out a little better than mine. I’ve got a glass of wine and bubble bath calling my name.
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Isn’t it amazing how fast those little ones can move. And of course nothing like that has ever happened to any of us. LOL Yeah right!??!!!!
Mmm. Homemade frosting. My favorite
(Are you sure the advent wreath isnt burning?)
That’s awesome! Don’t feel bad. It sounds like it was all Hubby’s fault.
LOL… I can still smell the burnt styrofoam!
You’re right, Ben. If Hubby wasn’t staying late, working his tail off, bringing home the bacon, then… oh, wait
It’s like children have little sensors–as soon as your guard is down for an INSTANT, they bring their best mischief game on. Pics were great, though.
Oh, and thank heavens the Advent wreath wasn’t on fire.