So, we belong to a group that meets for playdates every Thursday. We rotate, but aren't on a very strict schedule about it. Ususally we just see who wants to host at that week's meeting. Yesterday was my day and, as usual, I spent Wednesday cleaning the house so that these other mommies don't think I'm a total slob. I liken it to cleaning before the maid comes. Which, I've only read about seeing as we do not have a maid. We just have me.
So, our master bedroom is on the main level and is easily accessible to guests. So I usually clean it when I'm in my cleaning fit. I got the bug up my rear to clean the french doors leading to our deck off the bedroom. It's cold outside, so of course I want to clean the exterior of the doors too. I do my job all nice, including squeegeing the doors so there's no streaks. I grab my cleaning tools, open the door, and quickly shut it behind me.
And then I notice my one year old making a peculiar face. And then a split second later, just about the same time she starts screaming in pain, I notice that I have shut her wee little finger in the door. So, I open the door and try to console my screaming toddler while her poor finger gets all swollen and red. Fortunately for her (and me!) the door's bite was not as bad as the bark, and after about 15 minutes of screaming of various intensities, she felt good enough to snuggle with me while I apologized profusely into her wispy blond hair.
I guess that will teach me to try to impress the other mommies with my clean house, won't it?
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