Boys will be boys. That’s what I’ve been told, and it’s what my sons constantly prove to me, over and over again…
When I sent them to clean up the explosion… the mooshie pillow that had (naturally) spilled it’s guts when they were having a pillow fight with it… the pillow that belonged to their 16 year old sister.
That night when I walked into their room, I really wasn’t expecting to have stuff stuck to my feet. As the realization that I was walking on a very fine coat of styrofoam hit me, I also was hit by the fact that I hadn’t checked up on them that morning. MOMMA FAIL.
When D2 started vacuuming, the dust cup quickly filled up, and the vacuum became a styrofoam flinging machine! It was stuck all over EVERYTHING, including my bare legs when I walked into the room.
So the fail, the REALLY BIG FAIL, was all mine. I did not supervise the clean up process.I did not check on my sons. I did not verify that it had, in fact been cleaned up. We’ll be picking styrofoam out of… everything… for a very long time yet.
Oh dear – we have one of those – I always wondered what was inside! I know this isn't funny – but it really is! This is one family memory that your kids will always remember! How did you ever get it cleaned up?
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I dragged the huge ShopVac into the house, down the stairs, and into their room. (That think sucks up socks & shirts so it can handle styrofoam!) That cleaned up the majority of it. The rest is attached to vertical surfaces by static cling. Gradually we are getting rid of it as it gets vacuumed from the floor.
Hi Dawn,
I still remember the chat when you shared that this had happened. Oh my!
Blessings
Honey
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