Somehow, I think I have it all together in the mornings. I have a little "makeup bag" for Darby in my bathroom. She gleefully asks (most mornings) if she can go put her "makeups" on. This fun little AM activity allows me 10-15 minutes (usually) to put my own makeup on. Occasionally, she'll run into her room to grab an extra toy, her blankie, or some other surprise, and occasionally, she will run down into the kitchen and make a mess the size of Texas. April 27th was one of those days...
I was upstairs putting my makeup on.
Darby was upstairs "putting her makeup on."
Darby disappeared...
I took note, but continued on, thinking, "I just have my mascara left. How much damage could she do in, say, 5 minutes?"
Wrong question.
(The time lapse between when she left and came back could NOT have been three minutes)
Darby walked into the bathroom and proudly announces, "Mommy! I made pancakes for you!" As sweet and thoughtful as that was, my first reaction was, "OH, CRAP!" I dropped my mascara (still having one eye left to do) and ran downstairs. I ran to the kitchen...no mess. I looked over to the dining room table...no mess. So, I mustered up my courage and said, "Darby! Where are my pancakes?" She led me to the family room, where she had dumped an entire bag of flour on our leather, Pottery Barn, ottoman. Next to it, on the floor, were two herb bottles of Herbs de Provence. As strange a combination as that seemed for pancakes, I was so thrilled that she did not add any other ingredients. No water, no milk, no oil, no EGGS! I whipped out the vacuum, declared that one a victory, and proceeded with a good 1/2 of my day with one eye absentmindedly and conspicuously mascara-less.
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