This story starts with me trying to be a good mom and ends with me trying to weasle my way into a set of new dishes. So here goes....Here's the part about me trying to be a good mom. I try to hold my kids accountable for certain responsibilities and doing some of their own laundry is part of that. Well, Cooper had a load of laundry in the washer and even managed to get it into the dryer before school so I thought I would be nice and take it back down to his room since he was leaving right after school to go to the Jazz game with his grandpa. Right before this, I had unloaded some dishes from the dishwasher onto my counter, along with a certain 1 year old helper, and discovered how much he (Cannon) loved playing with the dishwasher. Since it was all unloaded and he was just playing with the little detergent door, it would be safe to let him do that while I ran downstairs for less than 2 minutes, right?? Well, apparently not because the moment I entered Coopers room which is right underneath my kitchen, I heard a very LOUD crashing sound. So, I ran like crazy upstairs to find Cannon sitting happily on the open door of my dishwasher with a smile on his face and an entire kitchen full of broken plates shattered on the tile.
Now, here's the weaseling part. I called a friend of mine (who shall remain nameless) to vent about the situation and I told her the there were at least 3 plates broken but that probably wasn't enough to justify getting a whole new set even though this was my original set I have had since I got married, 13 1/2 years ago. She kindly suggested that I just go ahead and finish the job so that I could get a new set. While I loved the idea, I decided against it because I knew it would count as my Christmas present and I'm not sure I want dishes for Christmas. (p.s. If anyone DID get me dishes, I will still love them)
I didn't think to take a pic until after it was all cleaned up, so here's a small part of the damage that was done.
