If Life Were Easy It Wouldn't Be Hard

I know I have been MIA for awhile. . . but for good reason. This last week has been one CRAZY week. Yes CRAZY all capitalized!

Started with my sweet boy washing his hands "all by himself". I had been working on the advent calendar below, and had all of my scrapbook supplies out (all still in boxes), and sitting underneath the bar/kitchen counter. It (the bar) separates our kitchen and tv room.

Isaac's hand washing turned into a water fight with the living room (using the kitchen sink sprayer). To make a long story short Isaac won! Most of my paper was ruined, and Mike and I got to soak up a lot of water out of the carpet.

A few days later, it was Ainsley's turn. I had just finished painting over permanent marker (you remember that story) and set the half gallon of paint on the floor. I put the lid back on, but not hammered. Isaac and I then started to paint the kitchen table. Ainsley had been busy playing with toys in the other room. Isaac and I were just about done when I looked down to see Ainsley pick up the paint can and dump it all over her head, and proceeded to spill the entire contents over herself and all over the kitchen floor.

I grabbed her ran her to the bathroom, stuck her in the bathtub so she couldn't escaped and ran back to scoop up as much of the paint as I could. I then ran back to Ainsley who was screaming in the bathroom. Took off her clothes and wiped her down just enough to not get paint anywhere, and went to go clean up the other mess.

As I was rounding the corner I saw Mayzie (one of the dogs I am watching) heading my way. My heart sank. . . "Oh no, I forgot about the dogs!" I walked into the living room to see Maverick (the other dog) doing some kind of mambo with little yellow paw prints trailing behind him.

So now I had two crying children (Isaac was mad at Ainsley for crying and taking me away from our project), Ainsley was still mad about being covered in paint, a yellow kitchen floor, a yellow bathtub, and yellow paw printed carpet! Where to begin. . .

I will say I am thankful that it takes a lot for me to loose my temper, helping me to think a little more clear. I also had fresh on my mind the previous day's Oprah show. It had been about the book "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff", and about living life to the fullest and how you would want to spend your last minutes of your life. Meaning right then I had many choices. I could get angry, I could start cleaning, or I could help my crying children. I chose the later.

As soon as Ainsley wasn't crying and busy eating a cracker, I called Chelsea to look up some ideas to clean the mess online (I couldn't do it all!!!) THANKS CHELS!!! I recruited Isaac to help with the carpet. His job was to pour water on all of the paw prints. . . trying to keep it wet. I then sucked it up with the spot bot. Again spot bot to the rescue! EVERYONE should own one!

I am happy to say we survived. I think we got out all but two tiny spots in the carpet. The bathtub still needs some work, and so does the kitchen. . . but no worries. Give me a few days and everything will be in tip top condition!

(Okay I have pictures, but the computer is acting up so check back later for those :). . . you won't be sorry. The advent calendar turned out super cute. . . even if it is a little warped from water damage. It's no more damage than the little fingers that put up the numbers do)!