All I could hear was running water and the pitter patter of feet running back and forth. I couldn't imagine what was going on downstairs. I just knew it was not good. Here's what happens when you cover your eyes with a baby blanket to block out light due to a pounding headache and end up falling asleep.
Your son will decide he needs to take down the flour and spray it all over the kitchen floor. Then he will realize the error of his ways and start cleaning up before his mother wakes up and makes it down the stairs. So, what does he do? He starts wiping with a wet rag--a soaking wet one.
I'll readily admit that I did not keep my cool. I still feel awful about it. As I was cleaning, I realized it was not the end of the world and it cleans up with a bit of elbow grease.
I need to keep this post by my friend in mind always to keep me responses in check.
Also, how blog addicted am I becoming when I lament the fact that I was so upset I cleaned it all up before taking a picture for this post?