My Son, My MESS
What do I do when my son spills salt all over the counter and floor? How 'bout when he dumps baby rice cereal all over said surfaces?? Aaaaaah. I blog about it.
Disasters provide something to talk about. Life isn't as boring anymore. At least that's how I'm trying to look at it. Rather than wringing my hands and abandoning all forms of sanity to sweep, mop and cleanse. AGAIN.
Here's my son. With his chair. He can now reach to the bottom shelves of my top cupboards. Look at that GRIN.
Meanwhile, the bottoms of my feet feel gritty.
Disasters provide something to talk about. Life isn't as boring anymore. At least that's how I'm trying to look at it. Rather than wringing my hands and abandoning all forms of sanity to sweep, mop and cleanse. AGAIN.
Here's my son. With his chair. He can now reach to the bottom shelves of my top cupboards. Look at that GRIN.
Meanwhile, the bottoms of my feet feel gritty.
