no use crying over spilled crystal light...and milk

i finally mopped my floors (and if you know me well, that's a huge deal because i don't do cleaning very well...in fact i don't do cleaning at all during the school year- yes, i'm spoiled when it comes to that). i'm not lying; within 12 hours, the bright, shiny, clean floor releasing the sweet smell of purple fabuloso (mmmmm love that smell) was ruined by the spill of first, an entire pitcher of crystal light, and second, an entire gallon of milk.

UGH!

it's in moments like this that i feel so inept. not just of a house cleaner, although i am terribly much so. but as a mother. because, you see, at the moment of both of these spills, i lost it. and i lost it in front of my eldest daughter. she saw me scream, saw me get frustrated, heard me complain. what kind of example am i? a horrible one! i mean, seriously, a spill (albeit a messy one) is going to make me lose my patience?

a few minutes after the milk spillage (which by the way, makes me more mad that i had just bought the darn gallon a few hours prior), baylor came to me for a refill of her cup. i exaggerated my smile and tried very hard to be cool, calm, collected. :) (i had just taken her aside and apologized for losing my patience and told her nothing is worth getting that upset about, and that i should have been praising god even in the messes! i think she understood, but she will never forget the image of her crazy mother in the kitchen yelling about some dumb spill!) anyway, as i filled up her cup i said, "sure thing, baby!" she responded in the most dramatic voice and with her arm extended in the air as if she were speaking to an audience, "the QUEEN has finally decided to be NICE!"