I was trying to be nice.
I thought that the kids would like popsicles once the day warmed up, so I ripped three tubes of "Flavor-Ice" off of the block.
Ripping one of the tubes right in half.
Red goo spilling on the floor, on my foot, all over the contents of the cabinet.
The day that I had planned on spending outdoors? I wound up inside, cleaning off the outside of every package in our pantry.
The kids I had planned on making smile? I snarled at them as I scrubbed congealed sugar off of the pasta boxes.
How does one little snack make such a mess? I will never know, but 6 hours later, I had a very neat pantry...
Thursday, June 19, 2008
It all Started With a Popsicle
Posted by reprehriestless warillever at 5:44 AM
Labels: Life in Rural Suburbia
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3 comments:
I too have ripped these in half. I now tear slowly, even though they look so durable! I do tear them in the laundry room by the freezer over the linoleum...at least usually...
Oh the joys of parenthood. You try to do something nice for the kids and you end up with so much extra work.
I so know what you mean.
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