When hubby and I were on our honeymoon almost 6 years ago we joked about the magic maids that hid under our bed. The magic maids were blink of an eye quick, thorough and always left some sort of surprise just to let us know they had been around. We would leave the room for literally 5 minutes and return to a lemon scented and freshly polished bathroom, a perfectly made up bed and a fancy little towel animal posed with a delicious mint.
We guessed that there was some sort of motion sensor in the room that would go off whenever we left. The maids would be alerted “Coast is clear, get to work” and crawl out from under our messy bed. They would snap their magic little fingers and put everything back into it’s place within seconds disappearing before we could witness them in action.
Oh how I wish I had a magic maid this morning.
As expected, after choosing the word Patience as my Word of the Week, the universe threw me a grand test this morning. While cleaning up Harper’s breakfast mess I managed to shatter the second to last glass in our house (I’ve broken all others over the past few weeks in similar fashion). I rushed to pick up Harper as he was playing at my feet and threw together a giant blockade in attempts to contain him while I cleaned up the mess.
After searching for a broom and realizing it was on the lanai I climbed over my blockade (it was pretty impressive) only to find my dear son playing with a handful of POOP!
Yes, Poop!
In the two minutes I had left him alone he had a diaper blow out of epic proportion and decided to spread it all over the floor, his toys and on our brand new couch.
Now I’m dealing with POOP everywhere and shattered glass between me and the bathtub. With arms as far away from my body as humanely possible I scooped up my foul little love and whisked him off to the changing table as fast as I could…poo drops following behind and subsequently covering the only patch of floor not already covered in glass shards.
After cleaning Harper up as best I could I strapped him to my back (thank God for the Ergo) and headed back to the toxic zone. Armed with baby wipes and a bleach bottle I cleaned up the poo finger paint and once again left him (fingers crossed for no more diaper issues) and headed back to my original mess in the kitchen.
I sit here now, at a whooping 11:00am exhausted, impressed with my self and amazed at all I’ve been thrown and tackled before the clock has even struck noon.
Patience. Yes, I’m becoming somewhat of an expert in this department.
