There is a sinister force at work here in my home. Of this, I’m certain, because there is CLEARLY no other explanation. I still just can’t wrap my brain around what happened.
Sunday morning started out as a regular morning, nothing seemed immediately amiss. The first thing I noticed were the bits of food on the seat of the high chair. Then I saw schmeers of food all over every nook and cranny of the high chair. And then I saw corn and crackers and dried up cheese surrounding the floor around the high chair.
“How EVER could this mess have gotten there??” I thought to myself.
I was utterly confused. Here’s the thing…Saturday afternoon I left the children with Tate so that I could go see Sex and the City*, get a pedicure, and go out to dinner with some friends. Oh how wonderful it was to be responsibility free for an entire afternoon AND evening, especially since I’ve been a little overwhelmed lately. I felt comfortable leaving for SUCH a long time, knowing how well Tate would care for the children AND the house.
As I’m standing there looking at the VERY DIRTY high chair, I try to think about how on Earth this could have happened! This whole situation was so mind boggling! Surely, SURELY! Tate saw this enormous mess when he retrieved Ella from her high chair the night before. I mean, who in their right mind wouldn’t clean up such an GLARINGLY OBVIOUS mess? Certainly NOT Tate! Of course, he’d clean it up! DUH! There HAD to be some other explanation.
So how could the high chair be that dirty? **taps fingers on the counter**
With a furrowed brow and my head cocked to one side, I wondered ALOUD, “Hmmm. I WONDER why this high chair is SO DIRTY?? I KNOW Tate wouldn’t have left SUCH a filthy mess. Did a pack of ravenous toddlers run through our house last night while we were sleeping, leaving a trail of peanut butter and schmutz? HOW could this have happened? HMMMM? I’m SO bewildered.”
Apparently the sinister force at work in home leaving messes in high chairs also possessed Tate. He wasn’t able to help me brainstorm this VERY SERIOUS problem, but instead just gave me the evil eye.
*Please go see Sex and the City! I want to talk about it! I’ll wait right here for you to get back.