While sitting on my couch this morning I smelled sour milk. And this wasn’t just pregnancy nose talking. Somewhere there was sour milk. Somewhere.
So I sent the kids on a sippy cup hunt. Nine times out of ten when I smell something putrid, it’s a sippy cup that had been neglected and left to rot. They looked under the couches, in the toy boxes and in the car. (Yes, I know I can’t smell the car from here, but go big or go home, people.)
They found 4. Two of which had milk in them at one point. Though, Claire called it cottage cheese and now I can’t eat it for the remainder of the pregnancy.
I noticed that some of the milk from the one sippy found under the couch had some on the outside, meaning, it leaked. Aha! My sour milk hunt had some to an end. I pulled part of the couch away from where it sat, and there it was, milk all dried up on my beautiful wood floors.
What else was there, you ask? Everything. Toys, dust bunnies the size of Cadillacs, stickers, old wrappers…
So what did this turn into?
Yup. I overreacted and cleaned every corner of my first floor. I did, however, find a lot of things that the kids have been looking for in the process. They also got the fun experience of cleaning. Because what kid doesn’t love cleaning?
Well, aside from Claire who legitimately loves to clean. She scrubbed the floor by hand and earned two coins.
Cheap child labor, right here.
(Don’t worry, she chose the quarters.)
When we were all done, Luca asked if we could sit on the floor and look at how clean it was. I had to agree, it was super clean. So I got four photos.
Four photos of how proud Claire and Luca were of 2 hours of nonstop cleaning.
And Mae being Mae.
And Sadie-Dog so thankful that we were done using the vacuum.
I’ve been really hard trying to live in the moment. To enjoy the moments as they come and pass.
And today I did exactly that.