If You Give A Mom Some Coffee
If you give a mom some coffee, she'll probably drink it standing up in her new kitchen.
She might notice how hideous the paper-towel holder is and decide to remove it from the wall.
Which means she'll need a screwdriver.
She might have to hunt for the screwdriver, so she'll walk upstairs into her older daughter's room. She'll find the screwdriver and notice that the wallpaper border is still half up and the painter is coming tomorrow. She'll put the screwdriver in her back pocket while she goes to find a sponge to soak off the rest of the wallpaper.
While she's looking for a sponge, she'll spy the box cutter she spent almost an hour looking for yesterday. She'll open a box of books and carry it to the craft room/ spare bedroom/library/play room. She might notice that one of the shelves she put together yesterday is sagging badly but since she has the screwdriver in her back pocket, she will be ready to fix it.
Unfortunately, it won't be the right type of screwdriver. She'll put the flat head back in her pocket while she looks for a Phillips head. She might curse people who thought having two types of screws was a good idea.
She'll unpack the box of books and put them on the newly straightened bookshelf. She might stand back to admire her work and wish for her coffee. She might wander into the bathroom to put away a towel and decide to use the potty before going downstairs to find her coffee. When she stands up, the screwdriver in her back pocket will fall into the toilet.
And if the screwdriver falls into the toilet, she's going to need a lot more coffee to fish it out.
She might notice how hideous the paper-towel holder is and decide to remove it from the wall.
Which means she'll need a screwdriver.
She might have to hunt for the screwdriver, so she'll walk upstairs into her older daughter's room. She'll find the screwdriver and notice that the wallpaper border is still half up and the painter is coming tomorrow. She'll put the screwdriver in her back pocket while she goes to find a sponge to soak off the rest of the wallpaper.
While she's looking for a sponge, she'll spy the box cutter she spent almost an hour looking for yesterday. She'll open a box of books and carry it to the craft room/ spare bedroom/library/play room. She might notice that one of the shelves she put together yesterday is sagging badly but since she has the screwdriver in her back pocket, she will be ready to fix it.
Unfortunately, it won't be the right type of screwdriver. She'll put the flat head back in her pocket while she looks for a Phillips head. She might curse people who thought having two types of screws was a good idea.
She'll unpack the box of books and put them on the newly straightened bookshelf. She might stand back to admire her work and wish for her coffee. She might wander into the bathroom to put away a towel and decide to use the potty before going downstairs to find her coffee. When she stands up, the screwdriver in her back pocket will fall into the toilet.
And if the screwdriver falls into the toilet, she's going to need a lot more coffee to fish it out.
Comments
You're channeling my life!
Have I mentioned the time I insisted my son place the new roll of toilet paper I had just given him on the spindle all by himself, and he managed to drop the spindle in the (unflushed) toilet? Serves me right for trying to make a non-mother learn such a skill.
Hope you're doing well (screwdriver in the toilet aside) and settling in to the new digs.
Linda