June 24, 2010
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“I’ll just take a quick shower,” she says to herself. The boys are watching PBS in the living room. Surely nothing much can happen in a few showery minutes.
Her first warning comes as she is toweling her freshly scrubbed tresses. Israel walks/limps in with a large grin and a chocolatetey big toe. ”What is that?” his mama asks warily. ”I had an ac-ki-dens!!” he proclaims happily. ”I need a baff!!” His mama hastily scoops him off of the carpet and sits him on the sink where they clean the offended toe.
Here comes Gabe. ”Israel made a huge mess!!” he declares. ”He spilled his hot chocolate over EVERYTHING!”
Oh. That stinks.
As I tread with trepidation out to the living room, I encounter Zion perched on top of the counter BUSILY scattering flour from the flour container I had failed to return to it’s spot from making cookies yesterday. He squawks an angry protest as I lift his powdery self from the counter. He stamps around, leaving floury footprints.
I peer into the living room. Sure enough. Israel had helped himself to a vast quantity of Hershey’s syrup in his hot chocolate, and spilled the cup onto the couch and two books that were sitting there. I wearily scoop up the books and take them to the kitchen to clean. As I am wiping them down, baby is grabbing strawberries from the container on the counter and mangling them as he attempts to get the leaves out. He drops the pieces in the flour, and disappears into the living room, with a lone strawberry in his grasp.
I find him sitting in the chocolate on the couch, with a somewhat baffled and delighted expression on his face as he tastes his fingers, his strawberry forgotten on the cushion. I wipe up strawberry, boy, and chocolate, and then flour from the floor. I think I’m tired before my morning has even started.
I need a new couch. But at least my hair’s washed.
