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I was getting a jump on dinner, which includes a sauce that needs to simmer for multiple hours, when Niko hotfooted it into the kitchen with no pants on, demanding my help. WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS I demanded back and it turns out that when he said he had an accident he didn’t mean the bodily fluids kind but the full glass of water kind. All over the floor. And the external hard drive, ha ha ha! Ughhh.
It took me twenty minutes and three towels to clean this water up, and I had to wedge my fat self in between the couch and the wall to get the water up… off of our hundred year old hard wood floors. Niko hung all his colored dinosaur pictures up on the wall in the living room, and one of them got splashed and soaked. Markers, when wet, bleed ink all OVER the place. At least my laptop didn’t get wet.
Niko was dismayed at the accident, and get upset when I used a stern voice. “You can’t be angry at me!” he scolded “It was an accident!” I want him to always feel he can come to me, that no mistake is so big or horrible that he can’t turn to me for help. But Jesus Fuck he is four years old, when will he stop butterfingering glasses of water onto the floor? I’m very frustrated, especially about the external hard drive. I hope it withstood its tumble to the floor. There’s some photos on there that don’t exist anywhere else.
Focusing on the positive, he helped me out today by cleaning all of his toys out of the dining room and then helping me dust in there. Helpful!
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Date: 2013-06-04 11:30 pm (UTC)Ummmm...I just turned 28, and I still do this. ::hides::
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Date: 2013-06-04 11:57 pm (UTC)