I really wasn't planning on posting today. Then at 11:05 p.m., the post came to me as I heard a crashing sound coming from my kitchen, more precisely, my laundry room. I knew the sound wasn't good, just like any mom knows the bad sounds that happen in her home. The wrenching of your dog on your carpet, the sound of glass shattering on the floor, the raised voices of your darlings. I knew that whatever had just produced this sound, it wasn't going to be good . When I arrived at my laundry room, I saw the culprit immediately. The 96 ounce bottle of Tide on the floor, cap split in two, ozzing blue blood all over the floor from it's recent swan dive off the top of the washer, a result of the spin cycle. It must have been a pretty spectacular dive. I imagined, as I sat mopping up the blue blood, that it was probably a double twist with a half pike. The cap must have flown off after the first twist because there was blue blood everywhere, on the walls literally seven feet in the air, on the floor, dripping down my wood blinds the washer and the dryer, in the cubbies, under and in the dog beds, and even out the door.
It had been a pretty quiet night up until that point. The kids had abandoned me, Mike is in Greece, and the dogs and I were in the office ordering seminary supplies online. When I walked into the laundry room and looked at the mess, I just stood there staring for a second before starting the clean-up. There was no one to get mad at, no blame or wondering who was going to help me clean up after the bombed dive. Just one of those very fun "mom moments" that I get to do all by myself.
I remember driving home from work one day when I lived in Phoenix and I was still unwinding after a particular crazy day listening to some tune on the radio when I came to a stop at a red light behind a huge semi-tractor trailer. It was early spring and I had my windows opened when all of a sudden I realize that I am behind a trailer carrying a load of livestock---PIGS to be exact. All of a sudden the smell of pig poop blasted me as I sat in my Corolla and I was stuck for two light cycles with no where to run. I couldn't help but laugh as I realized that this was the perfect ending to my day. Sitting behind the trailer filled with squeeling pigs with their piggy poop odor hitting me in the face with nothing to do but just grin and bear it.
The real difference tonight is that instead of piggy poop hitting me in the face, more specifically, in the nose, it was Tide Clean Breeze. Much nicer wouldn't you say!
3 comments:
Yes, I would say that bleachy smells would be much nicer because my only experience with pig poop smells is when we drive back to Utah and take I-80 and on the western side of Nebraska there is a pig farm and you smell it literally a mile away and when every I go byI tell Rod that this was the place that someone first said "Holy Sh.."! So yes, be thankful for the soap! Because I may now need somet to wash my mouth out!
I hate those mom moments. Mine never include something clean and lovely smelling. It's always barf or poop. *gack* Mom moments are the "fine print" of motherhood. Everyone tells you how rewarding and fulfilling it is. It's hard to find perpetual clean up patrol fulfilling or rewarding.
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