Tuesday, October 13, 2009
one of THOSE nights
Abby and Carter were in the tub. I left the room for a minute. I come back in. Abby points down at the tub and said, "Carter went poopoo." I looked down and gasped. It wasn't just a couple of floaters. It was EVERYWHERE. So I stick them both in the shower to disinfect and go into the kitchen for cleaning supplies. I reached for something and knocked over a cup of yogurt, which drops to the floor and EXPLODES all over the floor and cabinets. I sigh and race into the bathroom to clean up the grosser of the two messes first. After a few minutes I stop the water and hear the beeper going off in the kitchen. Afraid of how long the timer was going off I ran back into the kitchen to grab the brownies out of the oven, praying that they weren't burned. Because I can handle soggy poop and yogurt explosions, but burning the brownies would be tragic.
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We have had that happen at our house too. It is never fun.
I feel your pain ... nights like these are pure hell, especially when there's burnt brownies involved! Hope they were still good!
We burned the brownies so often as teenagers that we called them "browned burnies". Glad you saved yours! And sorry about the icky mess.
Thankfully the brownies were perfect, but the night didn't get much better after that. And it didn't help that Brian worked really late tonight, so I went through it all by me-self.
Oh, the "everything runs amok" night- I've had several of those. And they ALWAYS happen when the hubby is working late or away!! Luckily they make for great stories to laugh about later (sometimes much, much later)!
awe man! what a disaster! good thing you had brownies after all of that ...I hope they were good and not burnt!
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