So I was working really hard to clean my room in preparation for my unmitigated gall (bladder surgery), and I came downstairs to get the dustpan. The kids were playing on the steps with some unprepared quick oats. I looked at Farley, and he threw up a handful just like confetti. I proceeded back upstairs.
It was fun to hear Bob shout up to me, “They dumped out the oatmeal!” And I shouted back, “I know!”. I heard him say, “Okay.”
Before you get all huffy about letting kids play in messes, I did eventually make my way back to the steps to vacuum.
Not long after, I heard Farley pushing one of the kitchen chairs around downstairs. I knew this meant trouble. So I ran downstairs, and caught him grabbing my bag of hot ‘n spicy Chana Dal.
Chana Dal is kind of like a cross between lentils and corn. I guess it’s like a grain. We have this new convenience store in the neighborhood, and they sell a ton of Indian food. I grabbed the hot ‘n spicy Chana Dal because I love a good salty snack. It is very tasty, and packed with protein.
So he grabbed it from the bottom, and I got there in time to witness almost the entire contents spill onto the kitchen floor. @#$%! I patiently swept it up, and then he grabbed a handful and threw it like confetti.
In case you’re wondering, no my room is not clean yet, and neither is the kitchen.
by Victoria Holt
Victoria Holt is a frantic mother of five who finds joy in the little things, like baby feet or Sixlets, and likes to write about adventures in the kitchen…mostly related to food.
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Sounds like a good time was had by all!! I mean you’ll soon forget the effort it took to clean it up, but the sweet memory will stay with you forever.
(Okay .. I guess I’m a wee bit sentimental now that both my kids are out of house.)
Do you think it might be possible to convince them that sweeping is just as fun as throwing confetti?