When summer reaches the halfway point, the proverbial bloom might very well be off of the proverbial rose for one mom blogger.
It was a rainy day. The adult in this scenario had lots of stuff to do, a couple of deadlines to reach, and she was feeling just a smidgen tapped out from the reality that her office, appromixately 10x10, contained - at any given minute - five people. Never mind the fact that there were other, more fascinating rooms to inhabit. Rooms with toys and tvs and gaming systems. The office was apparently WHERE IT'S AT - and the woman had missed the memo. Because if she'd GOTTEN the memo, she might have been more prepared for what was in her face.
One daughter lay on the floor, sobbing hysterically, arms thrown over her eyes to shield out any possible eye contact but ensuring that every person would either step on her or trip over her. One son, whose headphones were missing, sat enraptured as he Skyped with others at an extra loud volume about creepers,mining, stone, ore and texture packs. One daughter leaned on the back of the woman's chair, which caused the chair to tip at just enough of an angle to be annoying.
And one daughter merrily colored fish on the window with window markers, humming to herself. "Somebody that I Used to Know" - for the curious.
She hit "Cntl + X" to cut her finished work and load it into a dash - and somehow, time twisted and she deleted three hours of work. She couldn't paste it, she was unable to back it out - the work, incredibly difficult and important work that had been composed on Google Docs just so as to avoid this happenstance because it auto backs up - well, it wasn't pretty.
She may have stood up and screamed.
And then she led her children to the kitchen to perform a science experiment in the microwave, hoping against hope that said children would become so enamored with said project that they'd happily continue on without her and give her a few minutes to herself.
After all, it's really, really cool when you start with this:
And you put it on a paper towel, lke so:
And start the microwave for one minute - and all of a sudden, you get this:
Which, you'd be certain was soft and gooey, but you'd be wrong wrong wrong:
And the woman left her children alone with the soap and the instructions that the soap could be broken apart into small pieces, mixed with water and then remolded into shapes for use in the bathtub - and wasn't that FUN! and EXCITING??
And she went back to her office to try to work -
And two minutes later, the children came in covered in soap flakes - and the entire saga began again, only now it was accompanied by the overpowering aroma of Ivory Soap - which gives the woman a headache.
And she decided that she was done for the day.
Know that if you try this, it's a great deal of fun and it is, indeed a science lesson. I found in on the Internets - therefore it must be true. It has to do with the air that is whipped into Ivory Soap - and you can ONLY do this experiment with Ivory Soap bars, nothing else will do. Look it up on Google and you'll see about 146,000 results.