Good CLEAN Fun!
Upon arriving at my Mother-In Law’s house this afternoon after work to pick up Clone I knew something must have happened. Before we had gotten to the door she had opened it up and was standing there with an exasperated look on her face. She began with “Let me tell you what your son did today" and clarified with "The little one" since she watches both boys.
Oh Lord, what could he have done THIS time….
You have to understand, my Mother-In Law runs a daycare out of her home. She has dealt with many children over the past 25 years, and seems to have an infinite amount of patience. I was shocked to hear that my children are “putting her at her wits end”. Apparently today, while she was dealing with some other crisis one of the other children in the daycare was having, Clone decided to explore the bathroom. He found an entire bottle (unopened) of bubble bath, proceeded to stand in the bathtub and pour it all over himself, then when that was empty moved onto an entire bottle (also unopened) of baby shampoo, and poured that all over himself as well!
When she found him standing fully clothed in the bathtub dripping with baby shampoo and bubble bath, she flipped! He was given a very stern talking too (smack on the behind) and was stripped bare. He was obviously going to need a bath, he had it everywhere, in his hair, ears, shoes…you name it, there was soap dripping from it. She ran bath water to clean him up….but there was so much soap in the tub, the bubbles came flowing over the top! Clone of course thought this was GREAT! “Look at all the bubbles Gramma!” he announced with glee!
She had one of the older children make sure that he didn’t drown while she ran down to put his soapy clothes in the washing machine. When she came back up she drained the tub and ran another bath…too many bubbles the first time around you see…and bathed him a second time. She put him in a fresh pull-up (we are potty training right now, that’s another post) and wrapped him in a blanket because he was cold. Sat him down at the kitchen table and went down to check the laundry. She blew her top again to find that one tiny pair of jeans and a tiny shirt caused her washing machine to overflow with bubbles all over her laundry room! There were bubbles flowing out of the washing machine, out of the sump pump, just EVERYWHERE! Grabbing a mop and cleaning up the mess, she rewashed the tiny outfit.
By the time we picked up the boy, she was so frazzled that her hair was standing on end, her make up was smeared and she looked as though she was about to either cry or have a nervous breakdown. On the bright side, her laundry room floor is cleaner than ever!