Yesterday as I was making dinner, Maryanne decided to make her own fun. She grabbed a bottle of paint out of our Sterilite box that houses all the school supplies, and started to empty it into the lid of the box. Yes, you can give me the bad mom award for not putting it up high; but, I truly did not know she could open the box when the lid was on it. The box has since been moved out of reach.
The best part was that this was the second time she'd gotten into the paint. The first time, she just squirted a little bit onto a piece of cardboard. I promptly put the paint in the box, and put the lid on it. Then, I heard Andrew say, "Aww, Maryanne!" I ran to the entrance of the kitchen to see what the problem was. Once I saw what she'd done, I stood there transfixed, swinging my head between my pot of chicken boiling on the stove which was about to overflow because I forgot to turn down the heat, and Maryanne who was rubbing her hands all over in the paint. I decided to save the chicken. I don't know why, but I did. I ran back to the stove and quickly grabbed the pot of chicken ... so quickly that the boiling water spilled out of the pot onto my wrist.
And, the comedy of errors doesn't end there. Because we are in Arizona, our tap water does not get cold ... so there was no instant reprieve for my burned wrist. So, I did what I could and ran back into the living room. And, what did my eyes behold: Adam sticking his foot into the paint thinking that it was so cool and mushy. Thankfully I caught him before he put his foot on the carpet any more than he already had. I picked him up and ran him to the bathroom, gave him instructions to wash his foot in the shower and ran back into the living room where Kate was holding Maryanne's arm trying to keep her away from the paint that Eliza was trying to mop up with a paper towel.
So, to bring an end to my tale .... Eliza had to bathe Maryanne because I couldn't put my wrist in the warm water, Kate and I mopped up what we could of the paint while Maryanne was in the bathtub, I wrapped my frozen rice bag around my wrist and grabbed the Kirby (LOVE my Kirby ... just for things like this!) vacuum and put on the carpet cleaning attachment, then I spent about 45 minutes to an hour cleaning the carpet with water. Oh, and then I made dinner ... we ate around 8 o'clock that night. Thankfully, the paint was white instead of the blue ink that Andrew spilled on the floor. I didn't get any really good photos, but I did get some that totally show what Maryanne thought of the whole ordeal, and what she looked like.
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