Wednesday, January 13, 2010

It's just spilled milk

A few days ago we were getting dinner ready and the girls were getting all washed up and ready to sit down at the table. We always get the girls plates ready and get them started first. As I was making my plate I heard the noise, the noise I hate to hear at the table. It was the sound of a cup falling over. Sure enough, Kambry had somehow managed to knock over her almost full cup of orange Hawaiian punch. It was everywhere. The chairs, the table, across the floor and splattered on everything. Well, what is mom to do but start cleaning it up. Kambry knew she was in trouble by the look on her face. After a ton of paper towel and a quick mopping session we were back at the table. (For those of you who know me well, you know how much I hate mopping the floor) I told myself that I was going to start giving them just water to drink during dinner from then on.
Well, last night, we were getting ready to all sit down once again. I never did do the water thing and I got them each a cup of milk to have with dinner. I filled McKenna's cup extra full because she always drinks hers and wants more. I set the cups down and walked away to get their plates. Then, I heard the noise. But this time it was a louder noise. It was the sound of the cup flying across the room and landing on the floor. I looked up expecting it to be Kambry's cup. NOPE! It was Kenna's overly full cup of milk that had flown across the room and Kambry was the innocent target. As I look at Kambry she has a look of confusion, and surprise, and shock all in one. As the milk is dripping off her hair and covering her face and clothes she is trying to breath without drowning in the flow of an entire cup of milk spilled on her. I quickly took her to my bathroom, got her cleaned up and in some dry clothes. When I came back to the table, Kenna was in time out. She wasn't paying attention and flung her arm around and that's how she spilled the milk. My husband and I cleaned up as best we could. I once again had to mop the floor. Did I mention how much I hate to mop? We reheated our food and sat down and had a wonderful dinner. Looking at Kambry and seeing her matted hair with dried milk in it just made me laugh. After all, it's just a little spilled milk!

6 comments:

Nana said...

That was a cute story, I know it was terrible at the time, but you know accidents do happen. Just think how clean your floor must be now with mopping it two days in a row!

Tiffany said...

Adorable! Sorry about the floor, though. I am right there with you on the mopping thing! And with a seventeen month old, I have to sweep a mountain of food crumbs after every meal. I think that is my most hated "job". But thank God that we have children to clean up from - that's what I have to remind myself, anyway! {grin}

Dea said...

This is a cute story despite the extra stress and mopping! It reminds me off this book I used to read when I was little called its only spilled milk, have you read it?

amyk said...

I am sorry, I am laughing. Actually though, had this happened at my house, I would not have been laughing. But your right...it is just spilled milk. Something I need to remember!!

Bookwoman said...

I could almost guarantee that whenever I (rarely) mopped my kitchen floor, my son would that very day have an apple juice spill. I also hate to mop floors.

You sound like a very patient momma, Lindsay. : - )

Sonya said...

oh man!! I am really not looking forward to cleaning up spilled drinks. I hate to mop as well!!!