By frumpygrumpy on Thu 08-Feb-07 11:17:07
So......I came upstairs to put away laundry.........
The DTs were playing happily, popped up to see me, created mess in every room and I told them to go back downstairs and watch some telly while I finished up.
When I got downstairs my face went from this to this to to . I shouted so hard I hurt my throat .
It seemed to be DT1 who was the culprit as she was filthy and DT2 was immaculate. He also said "DT1 did it" and she denied nothing.
She had climbed onto the worktop and pulled down a bouncy ball kit of DDs that I had laid out for she and me to use up. You pour sandy crystals into a mould, add water and hey presto you have a bouncy ball.
DT1 had dragged it onto the floor, ripped open the box where some sachets were open and spilled them all over my kitchen floor. I think she then attempted a clean up as 3 cloths and 2 pairs of marigolds were mixed in. She added half a bottle of washing up liquid to the mess, mixed it all up and when I came in the floor was a sea of sandy crystals and washing up liquid. It was also on my cupboard doors, the worktop, her hair, her skirt, her brand new tights that had only been on 2 hours, her brand new top, her chin, and at the other end of the kitchen, my rug and a neat little pile in front of the TV.
Now the really bad bit was that because of the sandy bouncy ball crystals I could not rinse anything down the sink because they would congeal and stick to the pipes. So I had to fill basin, upon basin, upon basin, wipe and run out to the garden to empty it, refil and begin again. The amount of washing up liquid just turned into slime. The crystals congealed on my floor as soon as I attacked them with a cloth and then sank to the bottom of the basin where they stuck on.
I had to scrape, wipe and rinse, run to the garden. Its not a small room as it is a kitchen/family room in one - I began the clean up at 10.30am and finished 2 hours later.
We got all cleaned up and they pooed. (I was also trying to go out to visit my gran)
THEN, last night I was cooking dinner when DT1 (AGAIN!!) decided to go into the cupboard under the stairs. I have a table that sits in front of the cupboard with picture frames, a big candle and my lovely, huge, fragrant bunch of lillies my brother brought for my birthday. She opened the door, whacked it off the table and sent my lillies flying to the floor in a great puddle, every stem snapped and the worst bit, yup, I have a lovely pile of bright orange pollen stains on the carpet. The pasta boiled over and DT2 pooed at the same time. I never put flowers on that table for that very reason so why did I do it?
I'm trying to laugh but I don't think enough time has passed.
By frumpygrumpy on Thu 08-Feb-07 11:19:53
By the way, if you use half to three quarters of a bottle of washing up liquid on your floor, it takes hours to clean but your floor does end up very very very clean.