This picture really doesn't even do the mess justice. It shows only a small part of the scattered noodles and peas. I actually found noodles stuck to the wall. So after Campbell was in bed and while the girls were in the shower, I got down and cleaned up the mess. I never knew angel hair pasta could be so hard to pick up.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
I don't know why I even bothered
Yesterday morning I popped the baby in the backpack and vacuumed the entire house. I do have a Roomba vacuum named Dorie, but it's hard to do the whole house with her. Instead, I save Dorie for vacuuming the crushed Cheerios off the floor of the kitchen every morning after Campbell flings them on the floor at breakfast.
So with Campbell whacking me on the back of the head, I attacked all the dog fur, Cheerios, dirt and dried flakes of play-doh (of course neither girl knows how it got crushed into their bedroom rug) that had taken over the house.
I don't know why I even bothered.
And the worst part is that it's my own damn fault. We had spaghetti and meatballs and peas for dinner last night. Campbell loves noodles and he loves peas, so I gave him his own plate. And that was my downfall. Usually, I just put his food on the table, and he happily eats it. But the plate was just too interesting. He just had to pick it up and lick it, dumping all of his noodles and peas in his lap and on the floor. At first he looked surprised that all the food had disappeared from his plate, but then he noticed all the noodles that had magically appeared in his lap - noodles that he decided would be better on the floor - better on my newly vacuumed floor.