Cleaning Up

There was mention on Twitter today about cleaning up after kids and how it is just so repetitive.  Do you know how often I clean up that box of princesses?

Well, this afternoon, I was cleaning up and found something new to clean up.  Here’s a picture.


See it?  Nope?  How about a zoomed in picture?


That’s right.  That would be a full gallon of milk in the middle of the dining room floor.  Elizabeth decided to get herself a glass of milk, screwed the lid back on, and then did not put the milk back in the fridge.  I came across it about fifteen minutes later, so it was still fine, but good grief, child.


    • HereWeGoAJen says

      Ah, here’s the thing. I don’t “let” her. One day, she got out a chair, got a cup, opened the fridge, poured a glass of milk, and then announced the whole thing to me in the other room. Now she thinks she can do it. The dogs lick up the drops of milk she spills and it works out pretty well. There is bound to be a whole gallon of milk on the kitchen floor incident one day though. But if I catch her at it, I make her let me help. She’s independently sneaky though. She just thinks she can do everything so she does.

  1. says

    That would be funny to me, if only we were not about to hit this stage, too. “I can do it myself” is my 2 2/3 year old’s favorite phrase right now. Argh.

  2. Meg says

    I’m glad she puts the top back on when she’s done! My brother once took a gallon of milk out of the fridge and shook it — without checking to see that the top was on it. THAT was a fun day for the dog.

  3. says

    I’m very glad the lid was on!

    I’m amazed at how infrequently drops of milk around the house actually start to smell. Paul likes to shake his sippies upside down and we try to watch him with milk, but it inevitably ends up everywhere anyway.

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