Don't cry over spilled...

Sometimes when the stars align I make time to sweep the floor after lunch. I usually convince myself that the afternoon snack is just going to make another mess, so I might as well wait until later. However, once in a while I get around to it.

One day in particular the house was a wreck and I was bound and determined to get it back into decent shape. I cleaned all morning and even swept after lunch. And this is how snack time looked: My sweet, loving, independent daughter took charge of snack time while I was feeding Cannon. It didn't take long before I heard the commotion and each kernel that fell to the floor was like nails on a chalkboard. I quickly entered the kitchen to a very surprised child and I found popcorn everywhere. EVERYWHERE. (That container you see was full!) Those suckers fell to the ground and rolled into every corner and bounced all over the place.

They say not to cry over spilled milk, but nobody said anything about spilled popcorn. I would be lying if I didn't say that tears welled up in my eyes; not out of anger, but out of the exhaustion of motherhood. Some days are just more taxing than others.

Needless to say, we didn't end up having popcorn that day, but we did the next day and I served as Hallie's assistant to prevent another mishap.