Spilt Water and Other Events.

It really is pathetic to me that I sometimes flip my lid over spilt water, but I did and I am not proud of it. I mean seriously, there were several occasions today where I could have freaked out but didn't.

Take for instance this morning when boys number 2 and 3 and I were sitting on the patio drawing ugly chalk monsters, when the dog very dramatically barfed up all of his breakfast just a few feet away from us. It was gross, and very theatrical for a canine. But, I did not freak. I quickly got two grocery sacks and began cleaning it up. Hell, I hardly even made a peep when I realized that the bag I was using to scoop the mess up with had a hole in it and barf was all over my fingers. But, I did not freak.  I calmly washed my hands, and then hosed down the rest of the remnants of the vomit.

 I even kept my cool when I hastily grabbed for my shoes, in a rush to leave for preschool, and found a lovely little liquidy pile of dog barf awaiting my foot there. I threw those shoes fast into a bucket of suds, grabbed another pair instead, and we were off and nearly on time for school too. Cool pretty much kept.

I did not freak when a water bottle spilled all over my crotch while driving. It looked like I peed my pants. I went into the busy store any way, "pee pee" pants and all, but without flipping out about it.

Although I felt defeated, I did not flip out when Dinner turned out to be a total bust tonight. Creamy no-cream spinach soup was so-so gross, and we are spinach lovers over here! That soup was basically just a nasty bowl full of hot green slime I tell you. Hot. Green. Slime. We jumped that soup ship and I poured the crap down the drain. We had pita egg sandwiches instead.

However, I did lose of my cool over spilt water. Within a 30 minute time frame this evening, one super-not-clumsy-child-number-two of mine (did you catch that sarcasm?) was able to pour nearly  3 cups of water onto the floor. Each time by accident. Not sure how he does it, but he does, and he did. I really did not freak on the first two spills.  But by the third spill I was just like "Aww, what? Come on kiddo!" I chucked a towel in his general direction and told, okay snapped at, him to clean that agua up.

So yeah, I pretty much suck because I yelled at my second born for spilling water. Dude, I have a looong way to go in the parenting department. Sorry second born. Hope you can forgive me.