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Stupid gastrointestinal tricks are, at least for now, in abatement. \o/
Which is good, because I have a couch to clean. x_x
Last night, around 11:30, I heard Mark hollering in outrage from downstairs. When I got there, it turned out he'd gotten into the flour canister and spread it all over the kitchen counters, the floor, and himself, as well as messed with the sugar and dry oatmeal canisters. (None of the latter escaped their containers, thank goodness.) No idea why he'd been hollering, other than general outrage that no one was downstairs to play with him and he couldn't get the dvd player to work.
I cleaned him up and sent him back to bed, and returned to bed myself. Tom decided to clean up the kitchen right away, instead of waiting til morning as I intended, for fear of attracting ants. When he got back to bed, he blearily said "I saved the couch for you".
This morning I found out what he meant. After frolicking in the spilt flour, Mark clambered all over the couch and ground a great deal of flour into the microfiber.
On the upside, Tom removed the cushions and stowed them in the laundry room, so Mark wouldn't have the chance to increase the mess if he woke up before we did.
I got most of it clean with a sticky lint roller and whapping the cushions a lot. Getting ready to vacuum the remainder after lunch.
No idea what to do about storing dry goods we use a lot. x_x We're running out of space in the locked pantry closet and the laundry room's shelves. And those places aren't very convenient for flour anyway.
Which is good, because I have a couch to clean. x_x
Last night, around 11:30, I heard Mark hollering in outrage from downstairs. When I got there, it turned out he'd gotten into the flour canister and spread it all over the kitchen counters, the floor, and himself, as well as messed with the sugar and dry oatmeal canisters. (None of the latter escaped their containers, thank goodness.) No idea why he'd been hollering, other than general outrage that no one was downstairs to play with him and he couldn't get the dvd player to work.
I cleaned him up and sent him back to bed, and returned to bed myself. Tom decided to clean up the kitchen right away, instead of waiting til morning as I intended, for fear of attracting ants. When he got back to bed, he blearily said "I saved the couch for you".
This morning I found out what he meant. After frolicking in the spilt flour, Mark clambered all over the couch and ground a great deal of flour into the microfiber.
On the upside, Tom removed the cushions and stowed them in the laundry room, so Mark wouldn't have the chance to increase the mess if he woke up before we did.
I got most of it clean with a sticky lint roller and whapping the cushions a lot. Getting ready to vacuum the remainder after lunch.
No idea what to do about storing dry goods we use a lot. x_x We're running out of space in the locked pantry closet and the laundry room's shelves. And those places aren't very convenient for flour anyway.