Sunday was one of those moments.
It was a gorgeous day here, sunny, unusually warm. M. and I decided to waterproof/protect the new wooden swing set before the weather turns. I ran to the local hardware store to pick a gallon of water sealer and a few brushes.
Once home, for some reason, I brought the gallon of sealer inside with the bag of brushes and set it on the dining room table. Then I ran upstairs to grab some socks for the twins, so they could put on shoes and go outside with us.
As I'm walking back down the stairs, I hear M. yell, "Oh, G-d, NO!", then hear a loud thump, followed by Big Boy crying. I rush down the stairs, run through the living room, scared at what I'm going to see when I turn the corner to the dining room.
Nothing could have prepared me for it.
The contents of the entire gallon of sealer was in a puddle on the dining room floor carpet!
Thankfully, even though he had pulled it down, Big Boy was fine. It didn't touch him, just scared him. That's what's most important. How he was strong enough to do it, I don't know, but I'm still mad at myself for putting it there, even though I thought it was far enough from the edge so they couldn't reach it.
M. and I looked at each other in disbelief. Now what?
He grabbed old towels and we went to work trying to sop up as much as we could. I then sent him next door to see if they had a carpet cleaner to try and clean it up quickly.
The twins were crying in the pack n' play where I stuck them to keep them out of the mess.
An hour later, we still had a huge, wet, brown stain on the carpet, but I felt it was at least safe to let the kids out of the pen.
Ultimately, I know that I'll laugh about it. How can you not? Big Boy is fine, I'm only out $15 for the sealer, and now I have a reminder on my floor to not leave ANYTHING on the dining room table.
I guess we'll be tearing up the carpet and finishing the hard wood soon rather than later now....
