Dearest Elsie,
Thank you for your help today, Sweetheart. I would have never gotten so much done this morning without you.
I really wanted to get up at 6 today, but I was too tired. But you got up shortly after I hit the snooze button -- you are such a good motivator. But even then, I tried to put you in bed with me so we could sleep. I meant to only lie there until you nodded off, but I think I must have nodded off first. Or maybe you didn't go to sleep at all. I will never know.
But I was wide awake when I smelled the all-too-familiar-sweetly-pungent-diaper smell. And when I looked at your beautiful smile, and noticed traces of diaper mess on your face, hair, and arms I was still more awake. Way to get me out of bed fast, Baby.
And thank you for the cleaning reminder. I had actually already washed my sheets this week, but you are right: they can never be too clean.
How did you know I wanted to give you girls baths today, Little Elsie? I was thinking of doing it tonight, but there is no time like the present. Now you, your sister, and I can spend this evening playing games instead of taking baths.
And the bathroom -- I also wanted to clean the bathroom today. You gave me such good incentive for getting it done right away this morning, Honey. That bathtub needed a good scrubbing.
I've been meaning to mop the floors. If you hadn't have smeared the contents of your diaper on your pajama pants AND shirt, and I hadn't have taken them off in the bathroom, I would have never thought of mopping the floor before I was dressed.
So thank you, Sweetie. Who would have thought that I would have help cleaning the house from my 14 month old? You knew all the right things to do.
I love you,
Mommy
HaHa! What a great post Eleanor! I laughed so much! I'm sure you weren't laughing at the time, but certainly sure turned it into a light-hearted post!
ReplyDeleteActually, after the initial "Ah, man!" I was glad to have gotten all that cleaning out of the way.
ReplyDeleteBut at noon, my upstairs (where my bedroom and bathroom are)looked WAAAAAY better than my downstairs. :)
Uh, that didn't make sense. I meant, my downstairs was a wreck by noon because Natalie played down there while I cleaned Elsie and then I had to make breakfast and feed everybody after I'd given bathes, cleaned the bathroom, mopped the floor, and thrown the sheets in the washer... it was a busy morning upstairs. It was a messy morning downstairs.
ReplyDeleteYou are my favorite blogger! What a great letter. :) You really have this speaking-positively thing down!
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