Not that I do. Actually – I spend a great deal of time daydreaming and planning and talking and singing and don’t always pay attention to what I’m doing.
Like on Saturday.
I was almost done cleaning the bathroom when I saw a spot on the mirror. I had a towel in my hand so I just reached over to wipe it off.
And when I reached over to wipe it off, the other end of the towel just happened to brush the top of the sink and knock over my ceramic soap dispenser.
Which just happened to crash to the tile floor and break.
Which spilled hand soap everywhere.
I had just filled it.
Did I start thinking then? No. Of course not. I immediately took the large super fluffy bath towel in my hand and started to mop up the soap.
It wasn’t until I put the towel in the sink to rinse it that I realized my mistake. An entire soap dispenser full of soap makes a lot of bubbles.
A LOT of bubbles.
So many bubbles it took me 45 minutes of rinsing and squeezing to finally feel safe enough to put it in the washing machine. (That Brady Bunch episode when Bobby puts all the soap in washing machine and the bubbles flooded the room made a huge impression!)
The funny thing is – this is not the first time I’ve broken a ceramic soap dispenser. I replaced our plastic ones with ceramic a few years ago thinking the kids were old enough now to not break them.
They are – but I’m not. I’ve broken every single one.
And all while cleaning.
The score stands- kids: 0, mom: 9.
Jan’s comment? “Plastic works well. ”
And so it does. Which is a good thing – because sometimes this momma is a bubble head!