When it Rains...

Tonight we had two liquid incidents within about 20 seconds of each other.  Both were large.  I may or may not have definitely responded inappropriately to one child.  Worst of all?  It wasn't even the one who was responsible for either of the messes.  It was his response to the perpetrators that drove me batty!

Anyway, back to the story... Shiloh was filling her water bottle in the kitchen and decided to wipe the dripping water from the outside of the bottle before screwing on the lid.  Oops.  Water cascaded across the counter and down the front of the cabinets and dishwasher.  In the midst of the cleanup we realized TJ's pajamas were all wet - and he hadn't even been in the kitchen.  Chase had left his can of Mountain Dew on the breakfast bar and while we were all in the kitchen dealing with Shiloh's mess, TJ had climbed the back of the couch and spilled the pop.

I now have one couch cushion cover in the washer and Chase is scrubbing the rear cushions (the stuffing inside the rear cushion doesn't lend itself well to being uncovered.  Gah!) and the floor.

I also have a child who needs an apology. :(  You know how your mom always used to tell you if you didn't have something nice to say you shouldn't say anything at all?  Sigh.  Even as an adult I have a tough time with that one.  Off to make amends...