Monday, June 18, 2012

in the dog house (shed)

I spent a good two hours scrubbing my kitchen floor this afternoon. That was the only two quiet hours of the day (naptime) so obviously it was very precious. Minutes after I finished sweeping and mopping, my nice heavy mixing bowl was accidentally knocked off the counter. Glass was everywhere. I was mad that it shattered, but furious that it happened AFTER I had swept and mopped. By this time, Roma was awake and wanted my attention, but I had to spend another 30 minutes cleaning up the mess.

After the glass was cleaned up, dinner was in the oven and the boys were helping set the table. We have Sprite in the fridge since Simon (and now Zack) have had a stomach bug. Luke and Ben asked if we could drink Sprite with dinner and I said, "Only if you promise that you won't spill it." They promised.

Ten minutes into the meal, Luke spilled his bubbly glass of Sprite all over the table, down the chairs and onto my sparkling clean floor. This was the conversation that followed:

Me: You're in such big trouble. I feel like swearing.

Luke: Mom, it was an accident!

Me: I don't care. You promised you wouldn't.

Luke: But I didn't mean to.

Me: Get off your chair and clean it up.

Luke (while cleaning up): I'm sorry, Mom!

Me: You'll be sorry when you drink water for the rest of your life.

Aaron: Wow. What's gotten into you tonight?

Me: Clean moms are mean moms. I can't keep the house clean AND be nice at the same time.

Aaron: Let's just build a separate house for the kids to live in. We can keep ours clean and let them sleep in their own house in the backyard.

Me: Sounds like a doghouse.

Ben: No!

Me: We will keep it air conditioned for you, if you want.

Aaron: And we can make it a little bigger than a dog house, kind of like a shed.

Ben: What food will you give us?

Me: Dog food. and water.

Ben and Luke: No!

Me: Every once in a while we'll bring out you a popsicle.

Simon: I will! I will eat a popsicle. I want red!



The end.

7 comments:

val said...

lol on this whole thing. only cause it's just life...i mop my floor on rare occasion cause really...why bother? i finally decide to get it clean and whattayaknow...7up, otter pops and a cup of chocolate milk spill within minutes! agh.
loving the shed idea. that's legit.

Anonymous said...

Hi Janet

Anonymous said...

The above was a test. I had a google acct. but it has disappeared again and I'm back to the frusterating square one. My other messages disappeared. I had said I had a bad day after having another epidural in my spine today. It's midnite and am feeling better (less pain) and just read this blog. Made me laugh as usual. A mouse in a corner at your house would probably have hysterics laughing every day. No offense intended.

SD and EJ said...

Clean moms are mean moms is going to be my new motto. I love it!

Zach and Kate Hulet said...

Sigh.

Emilee said...

It's so.true. Clean = mean. The less I clean the more relaxed I am.

Beth said...

I can SO relate.