Yesterday I was upstairs getting ready when I heard Elijah screaming my name. I ran down to check things out. What I found was not pleasant. Elijah had fabric softener all over his leg. Here is a little of how our conversation went…
Me: What did you do??? (A bit of tension and possibly anger in my voice)
E: Mommy, you don't have to be so gwumpy
Me: What did you do? ( Leave him standing there to go check out the laundry room. There is a huge puddle of fabric softener all over the laundry room floor. Thankfully a tile floor. I go back to Elijah)
Me: Elijah, what were you doing in there?
E: Mommy, da pwan is for you to cwean me (in case you didn't get that he said "the plan is for you to clean me")
I finally got out of him that there was some type of crocodile involving the washer and the potty chair that he used as a stool to get up on top of it. I washed him, put him in time out while I cleaned the floor. Fabric softener is so slimy (This is not Elijah's first time spilling the stuff, in our last house, he spilled it on carpet. I bet the guy that lives there walks by that big blue stain all the time, and wonders what that was). After I finished we discussed, yet again how the laundry room is not a place for him to play.
Sometimes I feel like a broken record. Here's a post I found back in December that I never posted…
The other night I was in the laundry room dealing with our never ending supply of dirty clothes. Elijah followed me in there (of course) and started to get into a little utility drawer. Here is something like the conversation we had…
Me: Baby please get out of here, this is mommy's room.
Elijah: No, dis is my woom.
Me: No, you have a playroom full of toys go play with them.
Elijah: I want to pway wiff dis.
Me: Fine, I will just give all your toys to kids who will want to play with them.
Elijah: No! as he runs to his playroom.