And it's a miracle.
Pete surrounded by a least a dozen broken eggs. The mess was all over him, all over the floor, inside the refrigerator, under the refrigerator. I cleaned it up all by myself. It's official; I'm an adult.
And just to seal the deal, later that day:
same kitchen, different boy.
6 comments:
Been there. Except my little girlie was naked in the egg mess (don't ask me why).
Yikes! That's always the part I hate--cleaning up all the messes that I don't make. I have enough of my own. :)
I love you Carrie!
Just curious...did you pull the fridge out to clean under it? I'm always afraid to pull out the big appliances. It's better to just not see what's back there...
Sam did that once but it was in the garage -bring the groceries in.
Yes, messes can be cleaned up but sometimes I can only handle so many during a day.
Gotta love being a parent of such cute kids!
I had to move the fridge. It was pretty eggy under there. Luckily, we had just moved in so it was only egg, no dust, etc. I was really glad that I wasn't pregnant though. I know I would have puked.
Welcome to Official Adulthood. Although, I think you actually get that title when you first become a parent and start wetwiping the tar poo that comes out at first. :)
Post a Comment