It was almost the end of the day. Skipper (#3) asked for a spoonful of honey. This once helped soothe her sore throat and now, periodically she will ask me for one, even when her throat does not hurt. I think honey is Skipper's Comfort Food. I happily oblige her, more or less. Anyway, so I hand her the spoonful of honey. In her little rosebud mouth it goes, so I return to what I was doing. "What was it anyway?" I can hardly remember, but I manage to find something to do. After a few moments, she returned her spoon and I eventually went into the living room after her - armed with a wipe. Just a spoonful of honey gets sticky-ness e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. on Skipper. I immediately fell back in horror and cried out in sheer almost loss of control. There were honey drippings on the clean wash waiting to be folded. I don't think I need to say more. Long day. Clean wash, no longer clean. More work. Overwhelmed mama.
Moral of the Story: Fold your wash immediately.
Moral #2: Watch your third child more closely.
Moral #3: Don't look, just fold. (Maybe I won't notice...?)
Moral #4: Wipe the child sooner?
Moral #5: Just go to bed. It's all better in the morning.
