Husband of mine, when you get home you may have a few minor questions for me. You know, mostly revolving around when and why the sanity left our home.
While I’m not able to fully answer that without a lawyer present, I can at least explain a few of your areas of concern.
For starters…the smell. If you’re picking up on some briny floral with a vague hint of greasy garage you’re right on track.
You know how I went to our son’s classroom and saw how his teacher used those great essential oils? I thought I’d try to recreate that calm atmosphere at home by using some soothing lavender in our diffuser. You know, to keep everyone from losing their sanity.
Except lavender is a liar and doesn’t actually have the solutions to all my problems.
See…shortly after the kids got home from school I followed our sneaky three year old down the stairs and discovered an oily liquid all over the place. After a brief interrogation, our little man procured a bottle of WD-40 which I can’t imagine how he found. (Side bar- I’m thinking we may need to reevaluate our basement shelving now that we have curious ninja boys.)
So it turns out the calming lavender wasn’t really a match for oil-aggeddon and the irritability and minor panic that followed. There was a lot of hand washing and label reading and, fair warning, I wouldn’t look in the trash can if I were you. Although- bright spot- your exercise machine glides like a charm now. I wish I could tell you which boy to thank for that.
BUT, when I punished our son for lying about his involvement in the oil escapade, I may have caused a teeeeensy emotional landslide. Which leads me to the situation with the van. (Don’t look now.) Apparently losing TV and computer privileges for today warranted him packing up the house and plotting a trip to visit Nana and Papa in Alabama.
I hugged him goodbye and took pictures of the kids because it was sort of funny for awhile. Except the six year old was dead serious and had a rather robust packing list.
And eventually I had to wrestle him out of the van and tell him why it wasn’t plausible for him to actually drive hundreds of miles today and return home for school Monday.
Which brings me to that last smell…while I was trying to get God knows what out of the fridge to scrounge them up a dinner to lure them home before they started hitch-hiking down to Dixie, I had some small kerfuffle. Don’t ask me how I did it, but the short story is that the fridge shelf slid and I lost control of a pickle jar with a poorly secured lid. (Don’t say a word- we both know I’m the too-lose-lid culprit but we’ll not discuss it again.)
As with the oil, the lavender was fairly intimidated by the pickle stench. I may need to give it some self confidence lessons.
So to recap: don’t go in the basement, if you see green on the floor it’s pickle juice not pee, I’m looking into some stronger lavender essential oils…and we might need to plan an actual trip to Alabama to talk the kids off the ledge.
Also, can I go out in the morning? Possibly? I could even take just one child…preferably a compliant one who’s in a good mood and hasn’t touched anything with pickles lately.
Thanks and I love you.
~Your pickle splattered Wife