I am not overly fond of having people over to my house. I look around at my walls covered in markers and the smudged windows and I get worried. My worries turns into a a frenzy of cleaning (actually, I should probably invite people over more often!). Since I don't usually have time to paint the whole interior of the house, I rely on creative methods. Tricks like, "move the couch to cover the stain in the floor" and "throw everything into Isabella's room and shut the door so no one will notice" make cleaning a snap.
Today, I had an appointment with a woman from an early childhood intervention program for Francesca and Victoria. She arrived early, but that was ok, because I didn't really need to brush my hair anyway. She was super nice and I was feeling pretty good about the house and the kids. Little Catherine and I had a very stern discussion earlier about how she wasn't going to hop around like a dog or interrupt our conversation to demand essential things like a cookie.
Things went well for a full ten minutes. The kids weren't arguing, having been properly bribed with leftover Halloween candy. The dogs were only half-heartedly trying to break down the sliding glass door to get to the poor woman.
I should have known it was too calm to last.
Catherine decided she liked this woman and wanted to chat with her.
"Do you know my mom has to put Maxi pads on my sister so her diaper doesn't leak gross poop everywhere?", Catherine inquired.
The woman smiled vacantly, which Catherine took as a sign that the woman did not understand the question, so she brought the woman the Maxi pads and explained to her how they were used.
"Mommy uses these pads too, but not Dad, because he doesn't have accidents." she explained.
I gave Catherine a stern look, which she totally ignored.
"You have got to come see Isabella's room. It is such a mess. Mommy hid all our junk in there so you wouldn't see it. Come right this way!" Catherine demanded.
Thank Goodness, the woman declined to tour the room of doom. She did whip through the paperwork with lightening speed, so I guess some good did come out of Catherine's big mouth.
"I bet you can't wait to get Francesca and Victoria into speech therapy so they can learn to talk." the woman smiled.
Oh yeah, I can hardly wait!