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Tell Cif about the most annoying mess you've ever had to clean – you could win a £250 voucher! NOW CLOSED(230 Posts)
Cif has asked us to find out what Mumsnetters think about cleaning up their LO's mess. In particular, Cif want to find out what the hardest or least fun to clean mess your DCs create are.
Here's what Cif have to say, "We all know that children see the home as a playground, and playgrounds get dirty. But we also understand how difficult it can be to clean up after your child, so we want to help make that process as easy as possible."
So, what do you find the most painstaking cleaning task when it comes to cleaning up after your DCs? Is it the crayon drawings they leave on the table
or on the wall? Or is it the jam they accidentally splatter over the kitchen counter?
Maybe you refuse to clean up after your family? Or is it your family that has to clean up after you ?
Whatever it is, we would love to hear about the worst mess you/your family have ever had to clean.
Everyone who adds their comments to this thread will be entered into a prize draw to win a £250 Love2Shop voucher.
Thanks and good luck,
The worst ever, ever, ever. In the world, in the multiverse. In the entire history of time.
Picture this. Some years ago: shower room leaks and is therefore never used, shower itself in a partitioned off corner (bought the place like that, not my fault). We had outgrown our flat since dd was born and this room was full to overflowing with stuff.
As well as dd, we had cats.
Some time after we last squeeeeeeeezed something into the room, I notice an odd smell whenever I go past the door. I know what I'm going to find, and I am scared so ask dh to help me. He knows what we're going to find too, and is also scared. We pathetically put off moving everything out of the spare room and searching through it all for the source until the weekend.
Saturday. Day One.
Monumental task. All day we search through mountains which are unscalable without paragliding equipment and oxygen. Oh and crampons.
There is nothing but the smell. Nice and strong. No sign of its source.
We make camp and sleep. DD has been sent to Granny's to keep her
out of the way safe.
Sunday morning. Day Two.
Our crampons have failed, our supplies are running low. Oxygen is out and tempers are fraying. There is only one place to go now, but it is dangerous. Why oh why did we not bring masks?
First approach is made by dh. He employs his ice axe with flair and flips the shower door open.
We have reached our goal.
There, in the base of the shower, semi-liquid and fragrant, still feathered, is our reward. DH splutters those immortal words: "I am going outside. I may be some time."
You may feel that this is clearly a pet mess and should be disqualified; indeed, it started as one. However, when dd was returned to us, we told her of our epic adventure. "That's my bird!" she says. "I put it in a very safe place so the cats couldn't play with it any more." (NB, it was already dead before she got to it <boak>).
The most annoying mess I've ever had to clean up is when I was a PhD student in a biology lab.
Think of it as the equivalent of dropping a litre of unset jelly. Special quick-set jelly. Special smelly if-any-is-left-in-a-corner-anywhere-it-WILL-grow-mould jelly.
I didn't actually do the dropping, but we all helped clear it up!
Hmmm.... my DD created many messes worthy of writing about. There was the time that she smeared my brand-new and expensive facecream all over the bathroom.....and I mean tiles, mirrors, tiled floor, sink, bath, the lot. There wasn't an inch that she hadn't smeared with it....heavy, greasy, expensive night cream. I wanted to cry for two reasons! It took one hell of a lot of CIF to shift that lot.
Then there was the time that she drew in red lipstick all over my mother's new, pale pink, bedroom carpet.....I cleaned, and cleaned (but to no avail).
But I think the worst was when she decided to surprise me by making a cake. I kept finding oceans of flour everywhere for weeks afterwards....and the kitchen looked like the after-effects of a snowstorm, flour, and icing sugar....
my little dd vommed in the back of my new car on the cream upholstery having just had tomato soup for lunch....she stuck her head out of the window but it flew back in...
Weetabix & shredded wheat dried on is harder than concrete and is almost impossible to shift. It was at it's worst when DS had only just started to feed himself and there was more on the floor/chair/walls/table than in his mouth but even now at 5 we get splatter and if you miss it you need a jackhammer and a ton of elbow grease to shift it.
DS isn't bad as kids go for mess but once at 2 decided to have a go at making himself pretty with my makeup bag. He covered himself, the worktop and the floor with brown waterproof mascara. He looked like he had a beard I was annoyed but trying not to laugh.
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