Teagan was reading upstairs, as she is wont to do, so I decided to stay downstairs and blog about how wonderful she is. Was. In hindsight, I was asking for it. But, hey - even the best moms need a break...and so do I.
I couldn't hear her reading to herself or singing the ABCs anymore, so I ventured upstairs to see what she was up to. I smelled it before I saw it. Mod Podge (a whole jar), a futon and a toddler. In one sticky, glossy mess.
I HAD to take a photo, all the while remembering watching America's Funniest Home Videos and thinking "why are the parents taking a video when they should be cleaning up and disciplining?!" If you don't laugh at it, you'll cry. So I snapped a photo and then snapped into action. I'd love to tell you that I didn't raise my voice. I'd love to tell you that I didn't throw her in the tub and dump jugs of water on her while she screamed and gurgled. But I did. The futon pad is ruined. It won't come off for me to wash it, so it's festering in my bathtub, soaked through from vain attempts to wash off the glue. I can't deal with it right now, so I'm writing about it. Poor Buddy has no idea what he's coming home to.
I will say that while I was pulling my hair out (literally - I had dried Mod Podge in my hair) and wringing my hands over a ruined futon, I remembered that Brandon insisted we keep the pad from our otherwise useless futon that stands disassembled in our garage. What a wise, wise man. Don't tell him I said that :) Another reminder that things are things. But I won't be able to laugh about it until tomorrow.
I went into her room while she was sleeping, just to look at her face and remember how sweet she really is. I went with the intent of waking her up, since it's after 5:00, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. She was sleeping so soundly and looked so angelic. It isn't often that I see her sleeping - I usually steer clear of her room to avoid the risk of waking her prematurely. But I stood and watched her for minutes and finally set my finger in her open hand and she gripped it, just like she did when she was a baby. And just like that, all was forgiven. Not to self: remember her like this the next time she destroys something.
I went into her room while she was sleeping, just to look at her face and remember how sweet she really is. I went with the intent of waking her up, since it's after 5:00, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. She was sleeping so soundly and looked so angelic. It isn't often that I see her sleeping - I usually steer clear of her room to avoid the risk of waking her prematurely. But I stood and watched her for minutes and finally set my finger in her open hand and she gripped it, just like she did when she was a baby. And just like that, all was forgiven. Not to self: remember her like this the next time she destroys something.
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