For those of you that don’t know me, I need to give you a little bit of information before going into this week’s column. I am sometimes classified as…well…clumsy. It’s not all the time, but when it hits me, it’s hardcore. My friends and co-workers don’t even bat an eye at the things I do when my clumsy side overtakes me.
For example, there was one morning I went to wake Aaron. I fixed his cup of coffee just right, walked to the edge of the bed and set the cup down on the nightstand. Nice, right? Well, it probably would have been, if I hadn’t missed the edge of the nightstand and poured the perfect cup of coffee on my sleeping husband. He still jumps awake at the sound of a coffee cup being set on the nightstand.
But, I digress. Now, that you are a little more familiar with my clumsy side, let’s continue. A few nights ago, we came home from eating dinner at my in-laws. They have chickens, so from time to time we will get fresh eggs from them.
We came in the house. I was balancing my phone, purse, two dozen eggs and I don’t even remember what else. I rushed into the kitchen to set all my belongings down. As I sat the eggs on the kitchen counter and turned, the top carton of eggs tilted to the side and I watched in horror as six eggs rolled onto the floor. Each one hit with a crack and a splat. I quickly righted the carton before the other six eggs followed suit.Aaron walked in the kitchen just in time to witness my catastrophe. He looked at me, grabbed a hand towel and said with a smile, “I guess it’s good we got two dozen eggs.” He is the sarcastic one.
Kiera walked in and without any hesitation said, “What a mess!” My family is one for understatements.
We begin the clean up process. Aaron and I picked up the shells under Kiera’s close supervision. After getting all the shells off the floor, we let our vacuum cleaners in from outside, otherwise known as our two dogs. Ziggy and Sloane were thrilled to help in the cleanup process.
Just as things started to look better, Kiera stepped over Aaron’s feet and tripped, sliding into the stove. Since it was getting close to her bedtime, there was a small meltdown. Aaron picked her up and held her close. After a moment of tears, she decided that she would be ok.
“Mommy, can I have chocolate milk?” she asked.
“Yes, baby.” I replied. “Go take your shoes off and I will fix your milk.”
She hurried into the living room. I took her cup out of the cabinet and filled it with milk. As I reached for her cup, I caught my finger on the rim of the cup and knocked it over. I watched the cup of milk spill onto the floor. The exact spot we had just cleaned egg from.
I couldn’t do anything but laugh. I thought to myself, maybe I can clean the milk up before Aaron comes back in the kitchen. I could picture his eye roll perfectly.
Just as I reached for a towel, in walks Kiera. “Who made this mess?” She demanded.
I continued to laugh. Kiera putting her hands on her hips, looked at me and said, “Who made this mess? And don’t lie!”
“I didn’t lie last time.” I stated as I defended myself. “I knocked the cup over.”
My hopes of cleaning the mess before Aaron found out were quickly dashed as Kiera says, “I’ll go tell Daddy!” and runs to the front door.
I hear her open the front door and yell to her Daddy who is on the porch, “We got another mess! A big mess!”
“Do I need to come help clean it up?” Aaron asked.
“No. Ziggy is helping Mom clean it up.” Kiera replied.
Thank heavens for four legged vacuum cleaners and four year olds who rat their Mommy out on a regular basis.
I am constantly in awe of watching Kiera grow. It is amazing to see the different parts of Aaron and I that she has, from her personality and sense of humor to her eye color. Let’s just hope she doesn’t get her Mama’s clumsiness. Heaven help Aaron if she does.
