“Hey girl! How are you? I’m so glad you…”
My conversation was quickly interrupted.
“Hold on a second Mel…”
While glaring back at my son I soon replied, “I’ll have to call you back.”
“Put it down. NOW! I’m going to count to three…
“One”………(no response) “TWO!!”
I honestly didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. My son managed to take the lid off of the kitchen trash can and in a matter of seconds, he reached his greasy little hand into the trash and picked up a sopping wet coffee filter full of grinds. Holding the dirty, drenched filter used from my morning cup of coffee, he looked directly at me and smirked.
And then, he did it.
All over the kitchen floor.
The coffee filter and all of its grinds now speckled my ceramic tile, but it didn’t stop there. While wearing brand new white socks, he began to purposefully smear his feet all over it.
Oops, this was the wrong thing to say Theta Moms, because as I lunged toward him on the count of three, my son began to run……….all over my house.
His little feet created a coffee grind trail everywhere he went.
Why didn’t anyone tell me that once I become a mom I would need to “plan” my phone calls? I never knew conversing with a friend would be so difficult while watching a toddler! I quickly realized that the days of chatting endlessly on the phone with my friends at any given moment were definitely over.