Before we go any further I want to make that perfectly clear and understood.
But despite that fact, I would ask that we all take a moment to feel sorry for me based on Section III, Paragraph VI of the Mommy Support Handbook... that I just barely decided existed.
I mean, I know she's a climber. She's been scaling the bar stools for weeks now.
And I know I should have put it away... that whooooole brand new batch of maple syrup made this very morning.
But... I didn't.
After the older kids left for school, I decided to take a shower instead of clean up breakfast. Usually Claira comes into the bathroom as soon as she hears the water going.
And I did briefly think it strange that she never showed her toothy grin this time, but brushed it off.
When I finished my shower I heard her whining but chalked it up to the fact that she's been super whiny lately and was probably ready for a nap.
After I rather unhurriedly got dressed, I finally emerged to find out what all the fuss was about.
That's not water, or juice, or milk, or any such easily cleanable liquid.
No no... it's my brand new batch of homemade maple syrup. Or rather, it was my new batch.
I swear that Care bear is laughing at me.
And as I stood there gasping and sputtering in pure horror, Claira just nonchalantly looked around, waiting for me to do something to resolve her predicament of being unable to climb down from the counter since she was all sticky.
When I finally got around her asking her what in tarnation she was thinking, do you know what she had to say for herself???
You know what the worst part about this whole situation is? I'm fresh out of chocolate. Its just... so, so sad.
Well, I have been meaning to scrub down my floors, she just managed to push my intention into necessity.
So if any of you have need of some incentive to get started on your deep cleaning project, let me know!
I'll rent her out for cheap.