to hurry you would be a crime
Mom's note:
Julia - Dad is working late, Christine is at work, and I'm working til 5. Please clean your room and empty the dishwasher and you can go out tonight, call me later.Love, Mom.
I woke up around 10:30 that day so I had about 5 and a half hours to get all of that done.
Let's make a long story short . . . I foolishly put the wrong soap + plus an extra amount in the dishwasher. It was a fcking club in my kitchen ♥ Foam Night
There were bubbles everywhere, I was so overwhelmed because I was the only one home, the bubbles were taller than me, and it wouldn't stop throwing up. I was 2 steps away from crying in laughter. I couldn't stop the damn thing so I said - fck it and went upstairs. About an hour later I went downstairs for an occasional drink and had forgotten about the whole thing - but it hadn't forgotten about me. It had overpopulated and had almost touched the precious wooden floor. Then I realized.. I was in deep shit. To make matters worse Mom called and said she would be home around 3:30 instead of 5. I had about a half hour to get this done. I amazingly got the thing to stop regurgitating or however the how you spell that and cleaned everything up. I also cleaned other rooms downstairs to make it more prettyful to make it look like I had done something all day, when I was actually swimming under the sea in bubbles! I heard the garage open, Mom came in and looked at me weird I frantically ran upstairs. Moments later I was called down by her voice. "I gave you one thing to do today and you can't even do it, the dishwasher" I forgot the whole point of the dishwasher. By the way - this isn't the first time this has happened. haha. If only she knew what I did that day ♥