Hot Sauce

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!" I yell as i round the corner into our kitchen.

So last week, I am not sure if you would call it "nesting" or just the innate need to clean a desperately dirty house. But nonetheless, i went on a cleaning frenzy. I scoured the entire kitchen from top to bottom. I feel good. My house is very clean. Kids wake up. I am now upstairs gathering laundry and picking up messes, made in the last 5 minutes, while listening to the joys of laughter floating upstairs from two little munchkins playing downstairs. With arms full of dirty clothes, i come downstairs, to NOT a clean kitchen.......and much to my surprise, the laughter is due to the ridding of EVERY hot sauce bottle from the refregerater onto my perfectly clean scoured kitchen floor. Not a happy mom at this point. You did not want to be a part of my household within the next 30 minutes. Needless to say, it is a miracle my children are still alive. It was not pretty.