Later On That Day

After the incident I talked about in my previous post, things got back to normal for the rest of the morning. In hindsight, I guess I should have taken pictures, but I was near insanity when it all went down. Anyway, it wasn't until later in the afternoon that things got back to being bad again.

I was putting all the dirty clothes in laundry bags so that I could take them downstairs. The bags get pretty heavy, so I throw two of them over my shoulder and basically pinball my way through doorways. When I get to the basement stairs, I toss the bags down the stairs. Simple, right?

All the bags are filled, and I throw two over my shoulder and I begin to teeter and walk quickly through the the archway of the kitchen. I speed along to the other side of the kitchen and take a step down into the back door foyer, this is where I was ambushed by a single tinker toy.

My first step down into the foyer that leads to the back door and the basement door was unto a round blue tinker toy stick. I lost my balance immediately and dropped one bag, which flew downstairs as planned. However, the other bag was still draped over my back and was causing extra weight to fall backwards. I don't know about you, but falling backwards down a flight of stairs is not my idea of a good time. I quickly turned and flung the other bag off my shoulder and let it fall to the ground. I am now almost ready to tumble backwards towards the stairs, so I start clawing for anything to save myself. My left hand catches the molding of the doorway, and my right hand first grabs a plastic shopping bag that was handing on a hook. Nope, that's not going to cut it, so I claw again and this time I grab the big rolling bin that holds the dog food. It rolls, but catches a little bit of the right molding of the doorway. I think I'm all good now and quickly heave myself back up, that's when the bin slides over just enough to roll over the first step and begin a thunderous ride down the stairs. This all happened in a matter of seconds too, so you can imagine the chaos...shit flying everywhere.

I turned and winced a bit as I watched it bounce down, it actually turned completely once and stayed shut and I thought it would be okay. I wasn't so lucky, as soon as it hit the last step, the top flew open and the dog food went flying like Pedigree fireworks. I just stared at it for a few minutes. I'll be honest, I wanted to cry a little bit. I laughed instead and just shook my head.

I'm now downstairs, hooking up the shop vac when I hear the feet start running towards the stairs to see what happened. They see me connecting hoses and getting ready to vacuum dog food bits that have flown everywhere and I look up at them.

"This all happened because you left your toys on the floor in the kitchen!"

I get blank stares and no comment until Madison finally looks down at the mess and starts shaking her head in disgust. She then crosses her arms and says "Mommy is NOT going to be happy when she gets home and sees this mess...Daddy."

Unbelievable.