What's that you say? Chelsea never answers the phone? You know she is home? She must be ignoring you? Well, let me assure you, it's not about you. I live with Wild Things. The minute I turn my attention away from them chaos ensues.
Case in point - do you know how this happened?
I slipped into the bathroom for no more than 30 seconds. Thirty seconds resulted in 30 minutes of clean up. (Yes, that is a giant container of vinegar that he pulled out. I am so grateful he didn't spill that on top of the flour!)
He's trying to wave at the camera here. A lame attempt at charming his way out of this mess. (It kind of worked.)
And do you know what happened next? You know, while I was ignoring him (aka cleaning up the flour and all the stuff he pulled out of the pantry). He decided clothes were for schmucks. I covered him for modesty's sake but let me assure you that I saw a full moon and it wasn't in the sky.
At this point the pantry still was not cleaned and I had no choice but to call in reinforcements. I enlisted Gavin and Parker to play with Blake in the basement so I could finish up the flour job. Did I mention that the cat pan is located just outside the basement door? I'll spare you a photo and just say that a thorough hand washing was in order…..