Let me just begin where I left off. I was attempting to fix the streamers, balloons, and doorway decorations for my daughter's birthday party that my lovely dog tore down.
In my haste, I accidently whacked the side of my head into a door. That hurt big time! I think my brain rattled around in my skull from that one. So now I have a lovely bump. Not having time to ice it, I carried on repairing the damages.
Then it was time for the chocolate fountain. This was a special request. I melted the chocolate on the stove. When it was done, I attempted to pour it into the fountain. But the darn pot was really heavy. I ended up spilling quite a bit on the counter, which ended up dripping on the floor. What a mess! More work for the Mommy.
While I was in the middle of cleaning up, my seven-year-old son decided to create an engineering project.
He had gathered quite a collection of plastic cups. In addition he had a pair of scissors and masking tape.
"Mama, can you hold this?" he asked, balancing a bunch of cups to form a tower.
"Buddy, do you have to do this now? Mommy is really busy!"
I quickly cleaned up the mess, aware that the egg on my head was growing bigger.
I sighed and held his cup tower while he taped it together.
"Thanks. Now can you hold it here?"
I did , and he taped some more.
When he was done, he had a nice replica of a rocket.
"Am I a good rocket engineer?"
"Yes, but your timing has a lot to be desired! "