Monday, August 27, 2007

The worst that can happen

When you have a baby who gets into everything, you have to pick your battles ... as in, dog food, bad; dog's water dish, maybe. We've already moved the dog's food and water dish twice. Yesterday, I had to evacuate dog food from his mouth. He managed to find a piece on the floor where Lucy's crate had been.

This morning, Dan was tooling around the kitchen floor while I was making oatmeal cookies. The dog's food dish was safely closed in the pantry, but his water bowl was peeking out just enough for Dan to grab it. He dragged it out and began splashing in it. I was just about to separate the happy couple, but seeing how happy he was and not having had enough coffee to tolerate his certain protests, I asked, "What's the worst that can happen?" I returned to cookie making and was just about to congratulate myself on being such an easygoing mom.

Then I see a little river of water trickling toward the stove. Turns out, Dan had overturned the dog's water bowl and was sitting in the water. There was too much water to use mere dish towels. This was going to take a mop.

So, the worst that can happen is that you will have a freshly mopped floor at 8 a.m. on a Monday morning. Ah, the power of positive thinking!

1 comment:

Jax and company said...

Once, when Mia was a newborn, Simon (then 2yo) helped himself to some water from the container of water with the spout. Chas (then 4yo) came wandering back, quite unhurriedly, to my room where I was with the baby to tell me that Simon spilled some water. I went to look and it was spilling and spilling. Two and a half gallons of water all over the fridge floor, kitchen floor and under the fridge. I remember thinking, well, that's the only shelf of the fridge I didn't manage to clean last time I wiped it out and now it is clean. I also remember thinking that if I can stay calm and look at the bright side of this, I am going to be alright!