On Friday Mae staged a rebellion.

I tried laying her on a soft blanket. I tried her favorite toys.

I tried putting her in the little bouncing horse that neighs when she jumps.

None of it worked, because she wanted to be held,

thankyouverymuch.

But it was Friday, and Saturday was due to be quite a whirlwind.  My floors were begging for a good sweeping. The laundry was piling itself, and the dishes were pleading to be washed.  

It made sense, seeing as we had no clean spoons or forks, and we ran out of the plastic variety weeks ago.

...And then genius came stolling by.

I put her in the bumbo by my feet with the basket of tupperware lids.

She gave me five minutes.

I scrubbed the kitchen sink until it was gleaming, filled it with warm water, 

and when my five minute timer was up, 

I plopped her in the sink.

Erik grabbed his yellow Hummer, and sidled up a chair.

It was 45 minutes of delightful.

I know it's an old trick.

But for 45 minutes, I felt like a smartypants.