It never fails. When we want the kids to do something, they can't be found. Or become temporarily deaf. When we need the kids to give us space, they are all over us like white on rice.
The perfect example happened just the other day.
News Year's Eve. GG was at a friend's house so we had to wait for her to come home before making dinner. It was too early to begin any kind of celebrations. I couldn't really go out and stray too far from home. I'm paranoid like that when GG goes to a friend's house.
To kill some time I thought I would try to clean our kitchen counters. Again. Don't get me wrong, it's not that they're not clean. They just don't look the part. We have very limited counter space to begin with so the space we do have gets used. A lot. Over the years, many things have been spilled in these counters, including red Kool-aid. Our counters are cream in color as well as textured. I know anything red has the potential to stain, which it did in regards to our counters, but every so often I try to remove all of the red stain.
I have tried spray cleaners, soap and water, bleach, Mr. Magic erasers - they help, but the red still remains. The other day I decided to make a paste and make it stronger. In other words, OxyClean. I made my paste and I covered the counter top. It now had to sit for an hour. Throughout this whole process, Little Dude was in and out of the kitchen. He wanted a snack. Then a drink. Could I hook up the Wii so he could play a game? When is dinner? What is that white stuff in the kitchen (my paste)? He was so far up my ass he might as well have been in front of me. All I wanted to do was clean, but he was making things rather difficult.
But I think my yelling, and that of the husband who was trying to help me out, finally kicked in. I turn around and in the doorway to the kitchen I see this...
If it gives me some peace to get done what needs done, this sign can stay on the wall forever!
Until next time...