a true story

i was on a mission. i'd spent the boys' morning nap scrubbing the front porch (including the railing) to remove the grime and surface mold that had been accumulating. since i'm goal oriented and slightly OCD i couldn't stop there - the back porch had to be done as well. the boys had woken just as i finished the front porch project so we had some lunch and then off to the back yard we went. addison sat in the activity center and gabriel sat in the walker, both watching their crazy mama with a hose, a mop, and a scrub brush. i knew it wouldn't be long before they got bored to tears (literally) so i kicked myself into high gear as a lean mean porch cleaning machine. there i was.... spray, scrub scrub scrub, spray, scrub scrub scrub (boys started to fuss), run inside, wash hands, get a handful of cheerios, give cheerios to the boys, spray, scrub scrub scrub, spray, scrub scrub scrub, spray.... AHHHHHH.... laugh at myself cause somehow the hose got turned around in my hand and that last spray was aimed at the right side of my head! i was drenched! i was cleaning the porch so it's not like the hose was set for a gentle mist. i had been switching the settings between cone-jet spray and flood. so, what was i going to do? nothing but laugh. i had a limited window of time before those cheerios were gone. in the end, all turned out well. the porches look greatly improved, the boys got some cheerios, and i had a good laugh.