The Cost of Cleaning

The victory off my sparkling window rapidly vanished as I watched the officer approach my door below. I already knew exactly what had happened. I had allowed Sam to play with the phone while I worked because Ben bought the phone from the DI and I can never get it to dial "1." So there's no chance Sam (14.5 months) would dial “911”… Right? Well, the officer’s presence answered that. I locked the kids in the room (so no one would fall down the stairs) and raced down to apologize. I didn’t really even try to explain. I was more than happy if he wanted to search the place and see for himself - you just can't explain the things that happen when you have four kids under 5.



How sad, I am the cause of those commercials during Saturday Morning Cartoons that warn people that every time they unnecessarily tie up “911,” someone else is dying. Yipes, guess I forgot to pray not to be the cause of someone's demise today. Chalk another one up for the ultimate lesson of motherhood… never underestimate the fingers of a toddler.

P.S. The other costs of window washing?... Benjo fell off my bed. Sam fell off Benjo's. Gabe got the Windex and was trying to drink it through the spray top (probably did get some). Elisabeth got bit… and kicked (regular occurrences). ...Oh yah, and Benjo probably ate some poop. `: {

Now we know why I’m waiting until my kids are in kindergarten to clean.

Containment