Mom On The Rocks

Remember that sweet little girl who told me that love cured her barf?

Here's the beauty of balance. Yesterday, Lucy opted to experiment with a full bottle of syrup. One-fifth of the syrup is now left. I think Farley helped her clean it up.

I discovered it on my way to pour myself a cup of coffee. When my foot stuck to the floor, I knew exactly who to ask.

"Lucy, why is my foot stuck to the floor?"

"Because I tried to clean up the syrup I spilled. I cleaned it up!" And then she ran, as she should have.

I thought it was fairly comical because a) I'd already had one cup of coffee. I was approaching my caffeine fix and 2) I'm not the one in the house who mops the floors. Ricardo is. However, I realized quickly that the entire floor was a tar pit and I couldn't bear it. So I did my best. It wasn't great, because, like I said, I don't do mopping.

That's when I saw the brand-new syrup bottle, almost empty. Wow. Where did it all go? I went to find Lucy and as I rounded the corner, I saw it. Syrup dots all over the carpet in the living room. And that, my friends, is all it takes to release the Faye Dunaway Oscar-winning performance in Mommie Dearest in me.

Thankfully, for Lucy's sake, we still have the carpet cleaner we borrowed. Maybe we should just buy it.

That's how I roll.