Mommies 2 Cents

My 4 year old daughters favorite nail color is hot pink with a glitter top coat. Now, I bet you are thinking, “oh cute….but, who cares?” This information is important to the story I am about to share with you.

A little over a week ago I was sleeping. Blissfully enjoying the entire bed to myself. It’s nice that the kids want nothing more than to run into Grandmere’s bed at the crack of dawn. This leaves me to spread out and have peaceful dreams about redesigning my kitchen…that’s what’s on my mind as of late.

I heard the crack of the door but I didn’t open my eyes. I pulled the classic mom move. I kept my eyes shut and pretended that I was still sleeping. It took about two seconds for my brain to register the smell…NAIL POLISH! My heart immediately started pounding and before I could open my eyes I heard “Look at my toes mom, look at my toes!”

There stood Cole. Nails painted with clear sparkly polish covered in dog hair. I jumped out of bed and followed the smell downstairs expecting a mess I could not fix. Nail polish has got to be one of the worst things to try to clean up. Surprisingly, there was no mess. Just the bottle of nail polish sitting on the leather couch.

I dodged a bullet with that one so you can imagine how my heart sank when I walked into my mother’s living room on Saturday night and the same smell of nail polish hit me again. I scanned the room quickly and there he was. All 10 of his 2 year old toes were painted hot pink. I have to admit that the events that followed were not my finest moments. I wasn’t feeling well that day and I sort of lost my mind the moment I walked into the living room.

I grabbed him up along with the bottle of nail polish and rushed towards the kitchen. I reached out for my mom to take the bottle of nail polish but I let go of it before she could grab it. My heart stopped as I watched the bottle drop, hit the floor, spin in a circle splashing hot pink color all over the beige tile.

I should have been calm and contributed to the conversation on the best way to clean it up. Instead I took Cole to the sink and stood there while a montage of the damage we had caused in six weeks played in my mind. Blue alien egg people on the wall, teal acrylic paint on the stair carpet, a hole in the screen door the size of a toddler index finger and now this…hot pink nail polish.

My parents were in a much clearer state of mind and started cleaning up with some polish remover and things came up just fine. All the while I stood at the sink trying to go invisible.

I think we have caused enough damage here and it’s time to go home. I am hoping that one day my kids will no longer be bulldozers…I’m not counting on it…just hoping.