Showing posts with label mess. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mess. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Why Today?
It is vacuuming day here at my house. Not just the quick run through, but a thorough cleaning complete with doing the edges and moving easily movable objects. As I finished vacuuming my bedroom it happened. The vacuum broke. It was already party broken. I had changed the brush belt and could not get the lid to stay on. Apparently the holes in the plastic lid where the screws went lost its thread so the screws could not be replaced. I've been holding it together with rubber bands. Some how the lid slipped and part of it came up. I can't get the other half to come off now. It's over 8 years old, so it's time to go. Until I buy one, I get to look at the crumb strewn downstairs and hope no one stops by unexpectedly!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Dump Day
My brain started out working fine this morning. But, round about 9:30am it gave up and left for a quieter corner of the world. As I sat, trying to coax it back, my three younger children - Little Dude, Mini-Me, and Surprise! - were playing happily. I finally decided dragged my brainless body out of the chair to fold the laundry that was dry, and wandered into...
...The Dump Zone.
Every now and then, a secret message will be sent to my children, from parties unknown. Sometimes this message comes three days in a row, sometimes there are weeks between them. What are these messages? I'm not sure exactly what they say. I think they basically say, "It's Dump Day, you know what to do."
Dump Day starts out innocently enough, a few toys here, some over there. It quickly escalates into full dump mode. Bins, boxes, shelves, and often the Tupperware cupboards, are dumped. It's easy to do, take a bin full of toys, turn upside down, and you've just started Dump Day. (or, If you're Surprise! and you aren't capable enough to dump all at once, stand there, grab a toy, and chuck as hard as you can. Don't forget to giggle.) The toys can be dumped right next to the place they are kept, in a pile in the middle of the room and covered with a blanket ("We're making a robot, Mommy."), or for more fun, scattered through out the house in a blanket of toys.
So, keep a close eye on your children today. The message has gone out. You've now entered, The Dump Zone.
...The Dump Zone.
Every now and then, a secret message will be sent to my children, from parties unknown. Sometimes this message comes three days in a row, sometimes there are weeks between them. What are these messages? I'm not sure exactly what they say. I think they basically say, "It's Dump Day, you know what to do."
Dump Day starts out innocently enough, a few toys here, some over there. It quickly escalates into full dump mode. Bins, boxes, shelves, and often the Tupperware cupboards, are dumped. It's easy to do, take a bin full of toys, turn upside down, and you've just started Dump Day. (or, If you're Surprise! and you aren't capable enough to dump all at once, stand there, grab a toy, and chuck as hard as you can. Don't forget to giggle.) The toys can be dumped right next to the place they are kept, in a pile in the middle of the room and covered with a blanket ("We're making a robot, Mommy."), or for more fun, scattered through out the house in a blanket of toys.
So, keep a close eye on your children today. The message has gone out. You've now entered, The Dump Zone.
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