
Today, disaster struck. I was putting groceries away. I was of coarse flustered and in a hurry, as usual. It was almost Jane's nap time and I had to feed her a snack; but first I had to get at least the perishable items put away. As I was in a rush to get the milk put away, I accidentally pushed over a very full pitcher of orange juice that was in the back of the fridge. I watched in horror, helplessly, as the the pitcher tumbled over, spewing pulpy orange juice into every lower crevice of the fridge. The drawers of meat and cheese, fruit, and vegetables and all of its contents were completely covered in orange juice. As if this wasn't bad enough, as fate would have it, Jane happened to be standing in front of the open fridge as the waterfall of orange juice came tumbling out of the fridge and all over poor Jane and the kitchen floor.
Anyone who knows me well, knows that I have a pesky tendancy to...well...freak out in situations like this. Holding back the urge to use a curse word, I took off Jane's completely drenched clothes, and spunged her down as much as I could. Jane roamed the house half-naked for a while as I cleaned up the ginormous mess. This was no small feat, as I had to wipe down every apple, every bag of cheese and every corner and nook of the fridge. Then I had to mop the floor and of coarse wipe down and dress Jane. Somehow, I managed to clean up the mess, get Jane re-dressed and fed and put down for a nap in a resonable amount of time. However, if you come to our house any time soon and eat something that tastes orangey...you'll understand why!!!