Breathe in, Breathe out, Wooosaaaa….
Wednesday was Princess Newbie’s 3 birthday. Have I ever told you about how I don’t believe in the terrible 2′s? However I do believe in the terrible 3′s and apparently so does Princess Newbie. She embraced her new found three year old self today.
But let’s not talk about the unexpected major traffic jam in our relatively small area of Houston that I had to sit in forever today. We won’t talk about standing in a very hot furniture warehouse for a long time while they tried to get hold of the owner to see if they could lower a price (they couldn’t), and we won’t talk about waiting in line for 40 minutes at Chickfila, even though that was awesome.
Let’s talk about having guests.
My sister and nephew came to visit today, which is amazing. However anyone that lives with kids knows that getting ready for guests can sometimes be daunting. There’s a lot of cleaning and picking up involved. I got most of it done Tuesday night so I thought that on wednesday we could just enjoy Princess Newbie’s birthday and do a little picking up later in the afternoon.
That would have been a great plan. So one hour before Mr. Byrd arrived home for us all go out to dinner for Princess Newbie’s birthday, I ran upstairs to do the final bathroom wipe down and unlock the clean but locked guest room. Who wants to guess what I found? Anyone?
A bathtub full of what was once clean laundry but now thrown not so gently under a ton of wet towels. First of all, I’m not sure why the towels or bathmats were wet. I decided it would be wisest not to ask this question since I was already fuming. Not only that but all the clean blankets that I had just washed were stuff in the dirty clothes.
Momma was mad.
I gave the girls ten minutes to get the clean blankets put up, the dry clean clothes put up and everything else put into the dirty clothes hamper and I left to go do a once over in the guest room.
Anyone wants to guess what happens next?
The door lock jammed and would not open. I had locked the guest room door because it’s also my craft room and two little girls like to get in their and make their own crafts. There is hot pink spray fabric paint everywhere in there, serving as a momento of their last unsupervised craft project as if the huge blueish black spot from pastels on the carpet wasn’t enough.
So now the door would not open. In the past you didn’t even need the key, you could just turn the handle hard and it would open. But doing that method and trying every single key I could find produced nothing. So I took it a step further and got a hammer.
There were pieces of door knob all over the place. When I was done with the door knob, I went for the little fashion plate that hides the inside mechanisms. After that I got a screw driver and went nuts on the insides. It still wouldn’t open.
I was sweating, still upset about all the clothes in the bathtub, and taking my frustrations out on a door knob that I just wanted to get open. I kept seeing a vision running through my head of me explaining to my sister why she had to sleep on the couch when we had a guest room. Either that or a huge hole busted in the middle of the door that everyone would just have to crawl through.
Damion got home just in time. He headed upstairs to check out the situation and within 30 seconds was asking what on earth I had done. Seriously.. what else did he expect from me?
5 minutes later he got the door open and the girls had gotten the bathroom cleaned up.
And now I was so sweaty that my hair was sticking to my head and I smelled a little bit worse than my dog does currently. Of course I ran into the extremely gorgeous girl who babysits for us while I was all gross and sweaty at dinner. Of course.
But not my sister and nephew are upstairs snoozing in the guest room that we finally got open. And in only 20 minutes Wednesday will be over and Thursday will be ready for it’s own demolition tales.