Sunday started like any other with me turning my head for an instant and Chase taking the opportunity to suck down Method wood floor cleaner like it was his first drink after a 26 mile road race.
Then got in immediate contact with some nice woman from Poison Control who assured that he only needed a little water since he swallowed an eco-friendly, chemical free product. Thank you Method for making my floors look so good and not sending me to the emergency room.
It was totally my fault since the cleaner was sitting in one of the random boxes of stuff that we carted over from our flooded house. I meant to put it away. But there never seems time to do everything.
Rick came home from work and we decided to go to the beach for a bit. And that’s when Dylan and Summer started sobbing because they absolutely did not want to go the beach.
Oh, and they don’t like to be filmed either.
But then the day took a delightful turn because…
1. We were at the beach. No floor cleaner in sight.
2. When we returned home, we sat in the driveway and made all four kids listen to “Jessie’s Girl” because it’s obviously the best song ever. Thankfully, none of them yet know what, “And she’s lovin’ him with that body, I just know it” means.
3. Then I took Summer to a birthday party at a kids party place. One of the staff members was applying fake tattoos and she leaned over to the 4-year-old birthday girl and said, “Remember, you have to wait awhile before you get a real one.” I wonder if the parents of the birthday girl had to pay extra for such poignant advice.
Summer was apparently not in the mood to party because she was suctioned to my leg with a permanent pout on her face. I got so frustrated at one point that I angrily threatened, “GO JUMP AROUND, PLAY AND HAVE FUN OR YOU WON’T GET CAKE!!”
This parenting technique does not have a high success rate. It usually results in the child bursting into tears and the parent feeling very guilty for yelling at previously mentioned child.
But for some reason, it worked magic.