Friday, December 21, 2007

You Don't Bring Me Flour....


Lest you all think I walk around all day in a perfectly clean home smelling of cinnamon (see prior post), let me let you in on a little reality: In order to spend 15 minutes alone - that's 8 minutes snapping photos and 7 uploading them to my server (less time than it took to conceive these little stinkers) my children turned my kitchen into a made for cable tv movie, When Sugar Cookies Attack.

Under normal circumstances, I'd make them clean it up themselves.

In this case, the destruction was so vast, and so spread out, I knew that their "help" would only spread the calamity further. Like the Plague, or Paris Hilton's jail sentence, isolation was truly the best option.

And so, as much as I'd love cutesy wootsy little flour footprints all over my newly scrubbed wood floors, I opted to have them wash their hands and plop down on the couch.

My husband's only comment when he walked into the kitchen? "Making cookies?"

Oh, yeah. He's a smart one, that Rex.

10 comments:

His Girl said...

wise, wise move not having them clean up. yikes!

liv said...

and, yet, the only thing i'm thinking is: Hey!! We have the same dishwasher!

Em said...

Yeah, you do have a bit of a mess going on there...but I bet you got some great cookies out of all that, as well.

ms chica said...

That's what it looks like when I cook. What's the problem?

JaniceNW said...

LMAO! I used top make gingerbread cookies for almost all the holidays and I've been there. Then there was the time my then 2.5yo BBB got into the firplace, covered himself with ashes, made an indelible ash stain on my new berber carpet and then left hand and footprints from the family room all the up the stairs to my bathroom............groan. You have my complete empathy and don;t forget vanilla contains alcohol.

Princess in Galoshes said...

Phew. That is so much closer to what my house looks like than your last post.

Monnik said...

eh, that's not as bad as it could be... I can still see the floor.

Gretchen said...

Funny...I was just sitting down for a moment to rest my feet after all the sugar cookie carnage at our house. They are all watching Pirates of the Caribbean; I'm drinking a nice glass of wine, and might join later. Can't decide if I'll do more baking tonight or not. The kitchen is clean, so I COULD, but...the kitchen is clean...

Susie Q said...

Mess? What mess? Isn't this how a kitchen is supposed to look? PLEASE tell me that is how a kitchen is supposed to look. Grace can do this much damage before I get out of bed in the morning. Oh yes, she decided to fix Mommy breakfast today. So PLEASE tell me that a kitchen is supposed to look like this or I may cry...

But they made as many memories as they did messes...and I can still see that gorgeous tile floor. Me wanna gorgeous tile floor too. With or without the flour.

Love and hugs,
Sue

Dapoppins said...

If the picture was familiar and made me chuckle...this line: And so, as much as I'd love cutesy wootsy little flour footprints all over my newly scrubbed wood floors--made me howl!