Friday, October 3, 2008
From Shmack to Love Sprinkles. All in a Day's Work.
It was one of those crazy days, the house stunk worse than a skunk from the pile of 100s maybe even 1000s of diarrhea diapers that I had just tossed carelessly into the kitchen trash. Yes, that is nasty. And, I don't normally put the poo diapers in the kitchen trash, like I said, my day was crazy!
That isn't as nasty as the one dirty diaper that I left on the carpet near the front door right before I got interrupted by UPS man, the FedEx Man and the Culligan Man (I have a bad habit of exaggerating, sorry!) and random telephone calls throughout the day. That diaper on the floor had once been Velcro'd up nice and tightly like a ravioli, so easy to have forgotten about. Until, I came downstairs, or was it upstairs? Not sure, it was that kind of day, like I said.
That diaper somehow enticed my pug, Clio to have a party with it. Don't know if my nasty dog was trying to dig the small apple pieces for a crap snack attack or what, but between the diaper and the pug, I would say the diaper won. The diaper was spread from one corner to the other in our 15 foot long front room. There were shmack smudges and crap crumbs sprinkled throughout the room like ticker tape from the RNC/DNC convention. (Shmack, that is a fancy word for sh#^*bleep!)
Before I knew what had happened fully, I felt the shmack on my barefoot as I tried skirting across the room. I yelled some sort of profanity and actually kicked the dog. I felt a little evil about it but a short breath of release too. Please don't think I am a dog hater or abuser, I am just claiming that it was the shmackiest days since becoming a SAHM bar none!!!
Then, fast forward the scene way past me scrubbing, vacuuming, cleaning the carpet - and my foot. And taking out the stanky kitchen garbage - and the dog. Que up to very minute when my husband is home, the family has just washed their hands for supper and I can hear the clink of the bottle caps from our chilled Heinekens falling into the recyclable bin. As I bring dinner over to the table, my husband says:
Fred: Look, there is a rainbow in our back yard.
ALL: Oh? Ahhh. Oooo. Wow.
Blink of an eye, it disappeared.
Toddler Daughter, sadly says: It all gone?
6 Year Old Daughter, says with hope in her eyes: Yes, but look, it left its LOVE SPRINKLES!
(Love Sprinkles? Is that darling or what?)