My Sunday morning without Carrie
My son said a funny thing to me this morning as I was getting out of the shower. He comes running in..."DAD, DAD, QUICK, I need some toilet paper right away."
"What do you need toilet paper for?"
"Uhhh...I don't really want to tell you, but I NEED to wipe it up RIGHT NOW!"
So He grabbed 2 squares of toilet paper and went running off.
I yelled "don't you need more than that??!!"
"NO, its not that big of a mess"
I grabbed a towel and found that the kids had taken the mandarin oranges and were bowling down our entry way with the nativity scene. I guess it makes a cool sound when the nativity pieces jingle against the hardwood floor. Well, one of the oranges had broken open and my daugter had been jumping on it to watch the juice squirt.
So there was David using his 2 squares of tissue to wipe up the mess. He looks up at me in a towel and says "I guess I need more toilet paper".
So I get dressed and go down and help mop it up. From the size of the mess I suspect that it wasn't the only orange that had broken. I probably should have checked the garbage to make sure there weren't 4-5 oranges.
I get done with the moping and my daughter wants to mop as well so I hand her the mop. I look at the clock and uh oh, Its time to leave. I start to rush the kids and am rushing to find shoes, tuck in shirts, and get the kids in the car. David grabs the Cost-Co fruit cocktail out of the pantry and is trying to open it. Of course as soon as I realize this I am frustrated that he is missing the point about getting in the car. I grab the can spin around and rush back to the panty.
My daughter had left her Care Bear on the floor in order to use the mop and somehow climbed up on top of the panty to get the floor mop spray. She had just finished laying down a thick coat of it right under where I landed when I jumped over the care bear in my haste to get out the door on time. So, of course I slipped on the deep puddle that she was mopping, and slipped and screamed while holding the 20 lb fruit cocktail. The fruit coctail went up in the air as I fell onto the hardwood floor.
I did not die. Though as I fell, I saw my life flash before my eyes. It was a painful landing. The only reason I thought the story was funny was because I didn't break any bones.
Noelle faired the worse. All she knew is that she was mopping the floor. She was doing a good job. She was staring at the floor concentrating on doing a good job. Dad comes down the stairs and starts telling the boys to "get moving", then he throws a can of fruit cocktail at her and screams and falls on the floor. It took me 10 minutes to stop her from crying and convince her I wasn't mad at her for mopping the floor, And I didn't mean to throw the fruit cocktail at her. Good thing It didn't hit her or I think she would be damaged for life.
I did take the opportunity to mention that only one spray every now and then was better than 10 sprays in one spot (if she wanted to mop again, though I think she is afraid to mop anything at this point in time).