My son received a gift of red Moon Dough yesterday. Thinking this would be an excellent tactile distraction for him, I eagerly opened the pack and gave it to him. (This is the point where my wisdom as a mother seriously comes into question). Within approximately 2 seconds, my son, the couch and our carpet was covered with what I now understand is packaged colored particle dust. My sister, who is coming to visit tomorrow, called at this point, and I told her that our living room was now pink and would stay that way. After having assessed the situation, I decided it was hopeless and would be easiest for us to just go with a new color scheme for our decor. My husband came home and immediately said, “Whoever gave him that hates us.” (She doesn’t–she is a lovely woman and it would be a lovely gift if Mommy had only had the sense to wait to open it until her son was able to sit up to play with it). As luck would have it, the coveted Eureka dustbuster had arrived that day. As my husband tore into the box, eager to make sense of his home and play with his new toy, I went out to the kitchen. I soon heard the happy whir of cleanliness in progress. Then I started hearing my son crying–loudly. Now he is usually wary of the vacuum, but this cry had a particularly distressed tone. Going into the room to investigate, I found that MY HUSBAND WAS VACUUMING MY SON! As shock dissipated, I realized that my husband was right–this was the only way to properly address the situation. So what did this Mom of the Year do? Went over and held her son’s hands–theoretically to provide soothing comfort, but it also made it a lot easier for my husband to clean up in the cracks around his armpits…loving, loving my Eureka 🙂
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