Hyperbole? You be the judge
Now, I know I'm prone to stretching the truth to make a good story.
We've got guests coming for the weekend - starting tomorrow afternoon actually. Guests coming is generally the forerunner to cleaning. Cleaning for me means bathrooms. Now that I've finished the guestroom, it means four bathrooms (the project that keeps giving).
To distract the kids while I clean bathrooms, I give them a sponge each. In the past, this has meant that they unclean the bathroom I'm working on. As of late, they go off and unclean a dirty bathroom - not such a big deal.
Tonight, I gave them their sponges as I started my second bathroom. Walking upstairs, I met Melinda, naked, dripping water on each stair from a sponge. As I walked upstairs, I noticed that there was, in fact - water EVERYWHERE. In 10 minutes, they had managed to soak the kids bathroom, drip water on every stair, have a potty accident (Gretchen), pour a gallon of water on said accident (to clean it up).
After I had finished yelling, Melinda apologized (which she does NOT do often). I of course, accepted it, and hugged both girls. End of story (I thought).
I continued cleaning. Walking into the office, I noticed a little puddle of water on each chair in the office. "Melinda!" I confirmed that this handiwork had been done before I yelled the first time, and I explaned that I didn't want to be surprised again. "Where else, might I find water?" "In your bed." Barely controlling myself I found a large puddle in the middle of my bed.
Gah!!!
Two bathrooms down, Tracey's out grocery shopping, two to go...
We've got guests coming for the weekend - starting tomorrow afternoon actually. Guests coming is generally the forerunner to cleaning. Cleaning for me means bathrooms. Now that I've finished the guestroom, it means four bathrooms (the project that keeps giving).
To distract the kids while I clean bathrooms, I give them a sponge each. In the past, this has meant that they unclean the bathroom I'm working on. As of late, they go off and unclean a dirty bathroom - not such a big deal.
Tonight, I gave them their sponges as I started my second bathroom. Walking upstairs, I met Melinda, naked, dripping water on each stair from a sponge. As I walked upstairs, I noticed that there was, in fact - water EVERYWHERE. In 10 minutes, they had managed to soak the kids bathroom, drip water on every stair, have a potty accident (Gretchen), pour a gallon of water on said accident (to clean it up).
After I had finished yelling, Melinda apologized (which she does NOT do often). I of course, accepted it, and hugged both girls. End of story (I thought).
I continued cleaning. Walking into the office, I noticed a little puddle of water on each chair in the office. "Melinda!" I confirmed that this handiwork had been done before I yelled the first time, and I explaned that I didn't want to be surprised again. "Where else, might I find water?" "In your bed." Barely controlling myself I found a large puddle in the middle of my bed.
Gah!!!
Two bathrooms down, Tracey's out grocery shopping, two to go...
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