As I have shared here in the past, my daughter is a masterful creator of messes. If it is slimy, can be torn up, splashed, smudged, or even slathered, she will find a way to wreak havoc with it. It only takes me looking away for a couple minutes, going to get laundry in the basement or even going to the bathroom for her to spring into action and work her magic.
As a single mom, needless to say going out to shovel while my daughter is home from school post snow storms can be a little stressful. If it isn’t too cold, I will make her come out and “hang out” with me. That wasn’t always possible during my post-Nemo dig out. The snow was hip deep. I had gone out in the middle of the night during the height of the blizzard to dig out a little potty spot for our old German Shepherd Hannah. She was super stressed about the crazy deep snow, but at least she got to pee.
The next morning, I bundled up and decided to tackle clearing our back stairs and at least enough area for my daughter and our dog to come outside. I set up my daughter with some cartoons. I scanned for accessible soaps, lotions and other messy delights, then grabbed my shovel and got down to the sweaty job of digging through over 2 1/2 foot deep snow… all the while, sweating out what mischief my daughter was getting into.
After about half an hour, I popped in to check on her. She was gleefully sitting at the kitchen table slowly shredding my magazines that had arrived the day before. I happily accepted their demise. Nothing to wipe up. No need to bathe her. Nothing was broken. All was well. Why did I worry? I went to let the dog out.
As I turned the corner, I was greeted by Yo Gabba Gabba characters singing about teeth, a pair of big brown eyes, and a most horrific stench. Apparently, my daughter had wisely abandoned her cartoon viewing pleasure in exchange for scrapping mom’s magazines fun. My older daughter, the furry 4-legged and always well behaved one, had evidently lost her battle with “holding it in”. My furious shoveling had not been adequate. Our living room rug was christened with several ample steaming deposits of swampy doggy doo. Hannah hung her head in shame.
What’s a mom to do…
I thanked my lucky stars that my daughter hadn’t done one of her jumpy dances along with DJ Lance in the living room. I also breathed a sigh of relief that I had a big multi-pack of paper towels on-hand.
I let the poor mortified pooch out, took off my snow gear, grabbed disinfectant spray, a trash bag, and several rolls of paper towels. It was time to woman up and get the dirty job done. It may have taken the better part of an hour to thoroughly cleanse the mishap and three days before the plows came to clear our street, but we survived. All was back to normal. From then on, when I’ve been faced with seemingly disastrous messes, I just remember that day and say “I’ve got this.”
Messes are going to happen. They simply come as part of the package with kids and pets. Don’t worry, you and Brawny® are both strong enough to get through even the worst messes. Just laugh a little, and grab a roll. You’ve got This.
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