FamilyThe kids are insulting each other’s mother and then apologizing to me.
QOTDMe: I won’t blame our misfortune on outside forces because whatever happens, happens, and the outcome is merely a measure of the limit of my ability to cope.
Logan: I didn’t understand a word you just said but I’m sure it was very meaningful.
I wasn’t going to write about this because it’s just gross, but it’s starting to sound a little funny, and we’re kicked out of the house for three hours while the open house is going on. We’re at my ex’s house. Hannah Montana is on in one room, and Mario in the other. I’m hunkered in a corner waiting it all out.
So, police tape. I SO WANTED to block off half my house today to keep anyone from wandering back there because I thought there was no way I could make it livable again.
You see, at around two a.m. I heard a child get up and use my bathroom. Yes the other one is still not functional. Shut up. About ten minutes later, I heard sounds in the other bathroom and got worried. There shouldn’t be anything going on in there except baths, and that was NOT water running.
I know I exaggerate for humor but I swear to all that is good and crunchy I am not stretching one syllable. There was no way to get down the hall or into the bathroom without stepping in it. It was UNBELIEVABLE. Just like those cartoons where someone leans in to coo at a baby and the baby fire-hoses him with spit-up. There was a lot of effort going into controlling the fire hose, but it looked like a child actually holding a fire hose and being whipped around by the force.
By the time I skated in there, there was no place to focus other than the little two-gallon metal trash container, and it wasn’t going to hold much more. I just didn’t know what to do or how I was going to get out of there and across the valuable Gabbeh runner between the kitchen and me. No matter. First order of business: wait it out and then deposit child into hot, sudsy bath. When I was sure it was in remission, I stuck my feet one by one into the tub and tiptoed along the tops of the baseboards until I was out of the swamp.
Ok. paper towels, new roll. Tilex. Swiffer mop. Bucket. Oil soap. HazMat suit.
Good gravy, I’ve cleaned up some messes but this was—I know I’ve said this—UNBELIEVABLE. And I couldn’t mutter or swear or I’d further offend my already mortified child.
One hour later—ONE HOUR—I’d cleaned that bathroom like I’ve never cleaned anything before. Walls, baseboards, tiles, grout, you name it. I finally fished my baby out of the tub and into bed. Then I went back for one more sweep.
This morning, It looked and smelled great! Yipee! I win! But wait… something… crap there was still something somewhere. I just couldn’t figure out where.
And then I decided to re-enact it. I went into the bedroom and closed the door. Bingo. The first obstacle. It was ALL OVER the inside of the door. I’m guessing that was the first barrier. Then there was the turn into the bathroom, slipping in the mess, then the closed toilet, then the spin around to hit the 2-gallon decorative waste can. That’s when I walked (slid) in. Mystery solved.
And just enough time to set it right before we left and let the realtors do their thing.
I am waaaay too pooped to write about the last couple of very eventful days in Provo with BYUTV. I will say that theirs is a first-rate operation, thorough, thoughtful, efficient, helpful, detailed, and a whole lotta fun. First class all the way. THANK YOU.
Had a blast meeting Daphne of Cool Mom (we’ve been on Momversation.com for a year together but this was the first time we’ve been in the same room!), Kadi of Girly Gazette, and Jennie of Bee Hive and Bird’s Nest, and of course, our lovely host, Rebecca Cressman.
Having said that, I will present the rest of the update with my Twitter timeline. No, really, s’funny.
Actually uttered the words junk hole talking to a total stranger about Mormon garments on the flight to Salt Lake. Thank you, #mooshinindy
Feb. 24Salt Lake: Just got into a new hybrid, couldn’t figure out key. Why? No key. Just shove the remote in. Those younguns.
Feb. 23Warming some sort of cockles knowing that the weekly Realtor tour is stampeding through my house. Also? I’m at BYU. Which is more unnerving?
Feb 23Taking whitebread to a whole new level in Provo. White toast, waffles, muffins, rolls, yogurt.
Feb. 24Venturing out to the wilds of Provo to see Bridal Veil Falls. Heck, it’s only four miles away from the hotel.
about 24 hours agoOmg. Provo Canyon? Is a CANYON.
about 23 hours agoI feel like I’m driving on a piece of floss between huge craggy molars and I might bump into the sides of the Canyon.
about 23 hours agoCrap. I haven’t fishtailed like that in YEARS. Prius? You suck on snowy roads and your traction is for shit.
about 23 hours agoWhat a surprise: Bridal Falls is not in season. I saw a sign, no stopping until April 1 as I slid past.
about 23 hours agoDriving now. Shush.
about 23 hours agoHoly crap the roads are tough here. My Prius keeps flashing a warning picture with squiggly lines. YES, I KNOW.
about 23 hours agoThat’s it. I am going back to the hotel for a movie in bed. I pulled over just to tell you that.
about 23 hours agoStrip mall: a laundromat. Think I’ll launder my shorts. Prkd by pizza buffet, $1 store, Armed Forces recruiting office.
about 23 hours agoWow, thought that was going to be a nature drive. Instead I was scribbling my last wishes on the flippin Hertz envelope.
about 22 hours agoA Hwy Patrol passed me while I tried to get out of slush. I thought he’d stop. Was prob tweeting his friends. *snicker*
about 22 hours agoAll dressed and ready for the studio an hour early. Crap. At least am modest. In dress, in dress.
about 20 hours agoHere at BYUTV with #digitalkadi. She is a better blogger than I am. Got on the network but I can’t with netbook or iPod. #FAIL
about 19 hours ago@byutv Yes. We’re here waiting on makeup and wardrobe. They’re taking me as I walked off the street, so be it. Shedding on my black sweater.
about 18 hours ago via web in reply to byutvJust filmed segment with #coolmom who was a scream. Taking a big risk putting us on a couch together.
about 15 hours agoJust had a Leslie Nielsen moment in the john with mike still on. Very hard to pee with two mikes on your belt. #PEEFAIL
about 15 hours agoUuuuuunnnnggghhhyawnghhh
about 5 hours agoAt gate, starbucks in hand. Ran like hell. Who could have predicted sleet? Grateful for an ice scraper in the rental.
about 4 hours ago
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