It’s a busy summer, and I’m not at the ‘pooter as often as usual. To keep my seat warm in my absence, I bring you some of my favorite guest bloggers on Fridays in July. Maybe you already know them, and maybe you will find someone new to follow, but either way you are in for a treat.
Kristin of Dragon Dreamer’s Lair is a SAHM to 3 hellions – Marty, 12; Joey, 8; and Gabe, 3. She started blogging almost 5 years ago when she and her husband were struggling with secondary infertility. When Kristin isn’t feeding her computer addiction, you can find her reading, crocheting, cross stitching, or tending her ever growing herd of dust bunnies.
If you haven’t said it, I know you’ve heard someone say it…”All of a sudden I realized it had been too quiet for too long and I discovered him in the X.” You would think after 12+ years and 3 kids, I would realize that too much calm and quiet does not equal a good thing. It equals a kid up to
no good. But, even the most experienced parent has moments when they savor the quiet…and, pay the price later. I had one of those days not too long ago.
It was a horrible rainy day and Gabe and I were stuck inside. I was trying to get so work done for my design company* but kept getting interrupted for mommy duty…getting a drink or putting together a puzzle or reading a book. Right before lunch, Gabe came up and said he wanted to wash his hands. When I got up to help him, he told me he wanted to do it on his own.
Normally, I try not to let him go into the bathroom unsupervised because he ends up making a mess but I was so thankful to not have to get up (I was on a roll designing) that I let him go. I was really in a groove with my design work and, without even realizing it, 15 minutes had passed.
Aaaah, the glorious quiet. But wait, I don’t hear Gabe. I don’t hear water running either. What could he be doing? I went to find Gabe and this is what I found…
I can understand how the toothpaste got all over the counter but how did it get in and on his ear? Never mind, I don’t think I want to know. I guess this was karmic payback for when I finger painted my bedroom walls with Crest** toothpaste when I was 2.
Gabe was thrilled to get to have a bath in the middle of the day. Water + toys always equals a good time in his mind. And, I got a nice shiny, clean counter out of the whole incident.
* My bff and sister by choice and I have a cross stitch design company, Cuppa Joe Designs, that we launched just a few months ago.
** Did you know the Crest toothpaste of my childhood would remove paint?