Okay - I am going to try really hard to start this new thing called "optimism"...  In order to understand my new attitude - you need a few details first...

I spent my entire morning trying to get fake blood out of my couch, throw pillows, area rug, and off my hardwood floors.  Hubby and I were in on the computer looking up some politic-ee type of stuff - and Sam comes running in and says - "Mom, Jake needs you!  You know that stuff you said not to touch?  Well it is all over the place!!".  Ah yes - the (^&#@$%) scream mask with the fake blood pumping through it.  Let me start from the beginning: 

Rewind 3 weeks - the Party City brochure comes in the mail.  I am excited to look through it with the twins.  You see - if we were to just walk in to the store blindly - it would take us hours, a ton of whining, and a gallon of tears (theirs and mine) to decide on costumes for the twins.  So, being the organized mom of twins that I am - I let them flip through the pages and decide on a costume ahead of time. 

Fast forward 2 weeks - We are at the Party City Store - we go straight to the costume that they chose and proceed to the dressing rooms.  I take Jake in to try on his soldier costume.  He has wanted this one since last year - but it was a bit expensive with all the accessories...  I am happy that we can afford all the bells an whistles with it this year.  As we are trying ours on, my (&%^$#@) husband is supposed to be helping Sam try on his ninja costume.  When Jake and I exit the dressing rooms, my husband is standing with Sam who has seemingly chosen his costume and is ready to head to the checkout.  However, this costume is not the costume that we had decided on.  Oh, no - it is far from a nice pleasant Ninja costume.  It is a scream mask costume with a little plastic heart that you pump bright (bright, bright) red blood through the mask with.  I express my concern for this costume to my husband and that it is really not appropriate for a 6 year old boy - and kinda messy...  But - Dad's know all about boys and yucky stuff - so I just let this one go.  I figured I would let him win this one - giving me fair game to win like the next 10 arguments....  teehee...

Fast forward 1 week - November 1st.  The house is array with candy wrappers and costume pieces strewn about.  I had gathered everything up and set is on the fireplace to put back into storage later...  Later - hmmm - not a good idea in a house with twin boys around.  I am chatting passionately with my hubby over politics (another area where we don't often agree :-)  when Sam come's to us and says - "Mom, Jake needs you!  You know that stuff you said not to touch?  Well it is all over the place!!".  We run to the living room - and there it is....  The redest blood mixture you have ever seen - all over the couch, throw pillows, dripping down the fireplace onto the white moldings below, pooled on the hardwood floors, dripped along the area rug, and in a path of little boy footprints leading down the hallway to the white tiled bathroom floors... where I find Jake with this stuff all over his hands, feet, and clothes...  We worked quickly to clean everything up.  After all is said and done - I have a lot of work ahead of me to deal with the the damage left behind in the path of destruction - but it looks a hell of a lot better than it did when I first saw it and I swear - almost had my first real heart attack... I seriously got dizzy and felt my chest tighten...  I am sure just the first of many heart attacks waiting in my future...

 

Okay - here is my (forced) optimism:

  • I am happy to paint over the fake bood stains on the moldings because they needed painting anyway...
  • I am so glad that I washed my couch cushion and throw pillow in the washer - because they came so clean that now I will have to wash all the others so that they still match...
  • I was excited that the little red spots only turned pink and didn't come out of the $600 area rug because we turned it around 180 degrees - and it looks brand new... 
  • It was easy to follow the little path of (fake) bloody footprints around the house to clean them up - the floor needed mopping on my hands and knees anyway...
  • I am happy to scrub the mortar in the brick fireplace with a toothbrush and bleach to get them from pink back to grey because it is a good use and recycling of an old tb I would have thrown away...

I am proud of myself for not yelling and screaming at my son for making this mess.  After all, he was just trying on the mask to scare his brother and the whole thing came open.  This "happy little accident" has left my home in need of a few repairs - but luckily - my husband was able to salvage the bloody mask for next year.  Oh goody........

Thanks for listening :-)

Add A Comment

Comments:

Lovel...
Nov. 1, 2008 at 10:53 PM

who would've ever thought fake blood could have such an impact on one's life? at least now you have painted moldings and clean cushions. lol.

Message Friend Invite

bubba...
Nov. 2, 2008 at 9:52 AM thanks for the many LOL moments, I know, Your suffering makes me laugh... But I do feel sorry for you..yikes, that had to have sucked!! I would have almost had a heart attack too! Glad you can be so optimistic about it! :)

Message Friend Invite

Want to leave a comment and join the discussion?

Sign up for CafeMom!

Already a member? Click here to log in

close Join now to connect to
other members!
Connect with Facebook or Sign Up Using Email

Already Joined? LOG IN