Remember back in the day, we used to get in so much trouble for eating in the family room? We'd always say, "but I won't spill, Dad." He'd reply, " of course you will, you always do." And by some force of nature, some freak accident would always occur and food would be spilt.
Now that I'm a homeowner and realize carpet is a beast to keep clean, I try to be more careful about those kinds of things. I don't often eat in carpeted areas of our home, and I take extra precautions when I do.
Well, the other day, I had a busy morning and was exhausted. I put Caleb down for a nap, made myself a bowl of delicious chicken and dumpling soup and headed down to the computer to do some googling while Caleb slept. I hit the first step of the stairs and that wonderful force of nature previously mentioned stepped into my like. I fell down the stairs. Besides a carpet burn on my middle toe, me and the baby are fine. My carpet, that is another story. Soup was everywhere! In my hair, all over my face, on the walls, ALL over my carpeted stars. First things first, I made some toast. It was already 2 hours after the normal time I eat lunch and I was famished. Then I began the wonderful 2+ hours of cleaning up chicken and dumplings. I was going to take a picture but couldn't find the camera. It really was a sight to see.
Moral of the story:
Faja and
Maja know best.