I love to blog... I really do.... I never seem to get to it as much as I want to... but I do love to blog.... and I also LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE comments... but that doesn't work out the way I want either... oh well...
on to the post I had to write regardless of exhaustion
My hubby is off right now. Vacay. Lucky man. Well he does work hard... so I am ok with it... the fact that he is off and I am not. Really, I am ok with it... That is my story and I am sticking to it.
Anyhoo....
First week of his vacay... and he is doing tasks around home. I am delighted, tickled pink actually.
He hauled out the carpet scrubber. Dashed off to the store and bought the cleaning fluid said machine requires and scrubbed the heck out of our creamish berber carpet we stupidly put in our family room when we should have done laminate or hard wood because two little girls and one hell of a clutzy mother spill tons of stuff. Sorry, I digress.
So it is seriously hot out, he scrubs and scrubs and scrubs. Does stair landings as well.
So me and the kids come home... carpet looks great! You can hardly see the 7 milion stains that were in it! Amazing! He instantly tells us to go around the corner with our shoes. And then we cook the beans and weiners we are having for supper.
We are one of those families (I KNOW THERE ARE HARDLY ANY OF THESE ON THE PLANET...) that sometimes... SOMETIMES NOT ALWAYS (although perhaps 99.8% of the time) eat in front of the t.v.
Yes I know that is terrible. I hate it for all kinds of reasons.... we are not connecting as a family... we are missing amazing bonding time... wonderful rich conversations etc. And I have guilt. Moving on...
So there we are beans and weiners and trays and a tv that is on.
Hubby heads downstairs to the basement for some reason.
Eldest daughter gets up... and somehow... (she is not clutzy like her mom and sister) her bowl goes flying through the air... SERIOUSLY... flying... does a friggin' swear on my life loop de frickin' loop!!!! and heads upside down towards the carpet...
NO word of a LIE... time slowed down... the whole thing seemed to be slow motion... HONEST TO GOD... I screamed "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and it came out loud and slow like it was being played slow on a loud speaker... and SPLAT!
HOLY SHIT!
you should have seen her eyes! I have never seen eyes bug out that far! My chin was on the floor! We stared at each other for a moment. A long moment which involved time freezing.
My youngest daughter was looking on at us GOGGLE EYED.
Then time unfroze... I screamed again... "Move!" and in tandem we began... she RAN... grabbed paper towel... I shouted in staccato what the carpet stain remover spray looked like... get it ... under the sink.... I grabbed a dry dishcloth from the drawer... wet it, squeezed... she came flying back from upstairs where the stain remover was at the ready for potential cat puke (ANOTHER STORY I WILL NOT POST AS WHO WOULD WANT TO READ THAT)
frantic scrubbing ensued....
little one ran downstairs... "it is okay guys... I will tell Daddy it was an accident."
Time froze again.
Eldest and I simultaneously said "NOOOOOOOOOO" in long, loud slow motion....
She came back. "I did not tell him" Stared at us again GOGGLE EYED.
I go to sink and rinse cloths and towels...
He arrives from the basement....
Sees me at sink.... I try to look non-chalant... but my eyes are bugging out of my head.
He says... "Tell me someone did NOT spill something."
And the rest is up to your imaginations.... .... ..... ... ....
I do wish it had been videod though... cuz I really do believe it was in slow motion.
