Hi! It’s Monday and that means it’s the Flow of Life entry for today. I wish I could say there was some deep, poetic meaning behind the title; What’s on the Floor? Alas, it means just what it says. One would hope only carpeting, rugs or the fine sheen of hardwood would stare up at you from beneath your feet. But for me? No such luck. This weekend there were two things that made me growl in frustration. And those things were liquids, to be exact.
The first to grace the bottoms of our tender feet was pancake syrup. Yes. Syrup. At least it was in the kitchen this time, and not the carpets. My daughter and I found three scattered bowls that held the remainder of the contents that didn’t coat the linoleum. A little time on our hands and knees fixed that up pretty quick. The next was a brand new, opened only once, bottle of vegetable oil. “I’ll clean it up!” My daughter volunteers happily. That is, until she jumps onto the middle of the floor, goes sailing several feet, and lands on her backside after catching some almost-comical air. She made quite the “crash” as she slid into the cupboards.
Who could have done this? Do I have magical trolls, or a ghost haunting my kitchen? No. That would be my two totally adorable boys. Though neither of them are of toddler age, they both have the mind-set of one. They have both been diagnosed with PDD, a form of severe autism. Every day is an adventure with these two! And I’m sure their antics will grace the monday page often!
Shelley Martin Fiction 