Spilled Milk

{Now you may be thinking, she hasn't typed anything for MONTHS and now she chooses to type about spilled milk? Why yes, yes I do. Something happened this morning to finally make me post it, I've thought about posting about spilled milk on various occasions, but haven't done it until now.

I had a little personal crisis in the summer that carried over for a little while, but I'm doing much better now. Everyone else is doing well except for the fact that we have colds. But between the crisis and the new baby who is now NINE months (can't believe it!), it's been hard to type.}

I have decided I hate the saying, "No use crying over spilled milk." Wait let me back up.

Last night was one of the worst nights ever. It was difficult to get Josie to bed. I finally gave up trying to get her to sleep in our bed, and I went to rock her. She threw up all over the floor. Thankfully it was the concrete floor and not the carpet. After cleaning up that little incident, I finally got Josie to sleep, and then she and I went to sleep in my bed for a little while. But, Josie tossed and turned in our bed after an about hour or two. Then...she threw up in it. Yuck is all that need be said. Then she tossed and turned for the rest of the night. I dragged myself out of bed this morning and found out Will got some poop on the outside potty. (Sorry that is also yuck, but very true and adds to the drama of the story.) So I had to clean that up. We were late getting Ellie to school because I was so tired from the turmoil in my bed, so Ellie got cookies and milk for breakfast. As she ate, I frantically fixed her hair. And while I was securing the ponytail holder, I slightly (and really I mean slightly) bumped the lightweight plastic green cup containing the milk. Milk spilled EVERYWHERE. On the table, on the floor, on the chair, in between the rungs on the back of the chair, and on the legs of the table.

Ever notice how no one ever says, "No use crying over spilled water"? If you sop up the water and the floor is a little damp, no big deal. It will dry. Life continues on. You spill milk on the floor and you have to sop up the milk, then you have wash the floor with soap and water, then you have to do it AGAIN because for crying out loud it's STILL sticky!!!! And if you do not complete this arduous process your kitchen will STINK and be sticky.

Frankly I don't care if there is no use crying over it, I'm going to cry, and rant, and rave because I don't care! Spilled milk is WORTHY of it. That's what it gets. That's what everyone else in the room gets who is NOT helping to clean it up.

So....then later on I was finally able to get my breakfast, I put down JoJo in her little seat that attaches to the counter and guess what was in front of her unbeknownst to me. Yep a little plastic cup of milk. And yes, she dumped it all over the floor. Fortunately for those around me at that time, I thought it was so over the top that, I didn't not cry or rave. I just ranted a little.

Oh yeah, and now there are tortilla chips on the floor. "Josie" apparently spilled them. My money is on Will.