I’m a klutz. It’s a gift really. I took out four champagne flutes in one shot. (As in the beautiful champagne flutes I registered for and was putting away.) Now that is talent.
So I don’t freak out when someone breaks something in my house. Even if it is a plate from my favorite set, which is why I bought like 20 of them. Or if it is a glass from a set that was given away when you bought so much gas, which means it’s much older than me and I dearly love that set. And ok, maybe I do hold on to a little sadness, but the important thing is I mourned it after the person left. So when someone steps and breaks a plastic pirate plate, I shrug it off and hand him the baby because I have more important things to do.
Since I’m a klutz, I’ve spilled a lot of stuff. Since I grew up with a grandma who inevitably knocked over her ice tea glass every dinner, I learned that accidents happen. Even if I should never have left a full glass of milk where Tornado A could get to it, and I definitely should not have forgotten I left a full glass of milk where Tornado A could get to it.
Since I’m a klutz who spills a lot of stuff, I have learned to clean spills up right away. Or else other spills happen or they stink or someone gets injured or it leaves a gigantic stain that stays there forever.
After I cleaned the milk out of the carpet, I figured Tornado A needed a bath, and Tornado S was more than willing to help. Once Tornado A was washed, I wrapped him in a towel and left the room in search of a diaper and pajamas. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of water hitting carpet. Lots of water hitting the carpet. I turned around to see Tornado S drenched and the bath tub on his feet. So I handed over the baby, stripped Tornado S, and started soaking up water from the carpet, wondering who thought it was a brilliant idea to put carpet in a bathroom.
Well, at least, I didn’t have to take the extra time to bathe Tornado S.