If you're slightly confused about what I'm babbling on about, just scroll down the page a bit and read about my earlier disaster.
I actually thought to myself (I should know better than to think, but for some reason I do it anyways) I have cleaned vomit, chocolate and now mud, the only thing left is a big bloody mess.
Literally minutes after I finished scrubbing out the mud and had settled myself down, Dylan started screaming like crazy downstairs.
And sure enough, in his excitement of having some friends over, he had missed a stair and tumbled down the downstairs smacking his head around and this is what I found.
Thank heavens it was only on the rug, I really might have blown a gasket, if I was forced to scrub the carpets downstairs too.
More importantly though, is the fact that Dylan is okay. He had a pretty good nose bleed along with a torn up top lip, but is otherwise in one piece.
Can I safely say or think that I have had my share of disasters today?
1 comment:
Poor Dylan...I remember that night we came over for pizza and he almost took the tip of his finger off! That kid has some bad luck. I am glad you survived being the clean-up crew one more time!
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