Yesterday afternoon, while Jack mowed the backyard, Andrew played in the sandbox, Maria worked on her homework and Luke ate snack after snack, I climbed a ladder and strung fishing line along the garage so our hops plant had someplace to go. Not too long into my project, Sam stomped out onto the deck and yelled something unintelligible in my direction. (He’s hard enough to understand on a regular basis, as he talks faster than the guy at the end of a drug commercial, but when he’s mad, FORGET IT.)
He tried again when Jack finished with the mower. I still didn’t catch it all, but apparently he was STARVING, had attempted to get a snack and had made a huge mess. I told him to clean it up. “I CAN’T,” he screamed. “IT’S EVERYWHERE!!!”
“Clean it up,” I repeated, and then went back to my task.
I finished up, walked in the back door, straight into the kitchen. There I found Sam with the upright vacuum, Maria with the small vac and the neighbor girl with a broom and dust pan. There was a lot of activity and noise, but still a gigantic mess.
There were Lucky Charms EVERYWHERE. Sam claimed that he didn’t know the bag was open (even though he had eaten them for breakfast that morning) and had turned the bag upside down by accident.
I could understand, then, that the table might be covered with cereal, and that some might have fallen to the floor, but my kitchen looked like the General Mills factory after a broken cereal machine shot out a gallon of cereal before someone had noticed and turned off the machine.
It was in the dog’s bowl, down the basement steps, stuck to the bottom of a pair of shoes (not being worn by anyone), ground into the door mat, in the pantry and under the baker’s rack. The only place it wasn’t was in a (human’s) bowl or on the table.
Extremely frustrated, I kicked everyone out of the kitchen. Of course, they all ran out through the front of the house, where they tracked all the cereal that had stuck to the bottoms of their shoes.
When I took over cleaning I discovered that both vacuums needed new bags (which explained why they weren’t working very well) and the broom being used was sized for a midget. I changed the vacuum bags, set those aside and went to work using an adult sized broom.
Throughout the rest of the afternoon, I continued to find stray Lucky Charms where ever I went. I’m sure Cheerio found her share as well.
Later, (spurred on by the sudden rise in temperature around here) I moved onto my next project of switching out my winter and summer clothes. I have a couple of large Space Bags, so as I pulled my winter stuff from the closet I filled the bags. Once filled, I retrieved my little vac so I could suck the air out of the bags and get them stored.
After starting the vacuum, I heard some rattling in the hose, so I shook it a bit and guess what? LUCKY CHARMS FLEW EVERYWHERE.
I dragged the hose outside to investigate the situation and found that the hose was CLOGGED with Lucky Charms. I managed to find and break the clog and in doing so covered the entire deck with cereal.
I let the dog have at it and walked away.