let the servitude begin

The servant patterns are now up here, hooray! Melissa and I are separating the shops because it's a lot easier to keep track of all the boring business details from different coasts this way. So Melissa is the Sugar City Shop (in the village), and I'm the Sugar City Shop (in the woods).

So, speaking of servitude, tonight as I was cooking dinner the four-year old pulled a completely full gallon of milk from the fridge, and dropped it. I watched in slow motion the carton land and explode all over the floor. As I grabbed towels and started to wipe, the family dog happily lunged in to help lick up the trouble. The naked almost two-year old came in for a closer look and a little splashing, and the four year old began smearing the milk around with her bare feet (why not? so helpful). A swear unfortunately slipped from my mouth which I am 99% sure will be incorporated into the four-year old's kindergarten vocabulary this week. Adding to the fun, the seven-year old chose this moment to open the pantry door. No time like the present to rummage for a cookie, I suppose. A full box of Cheerios tipped off the upper shelf and cascaded over his head and body onto the floor (which is extra funny because he has a severe cereal phobia - he refuses to even sit at the table if someone has cereal on it as he insists the smell nauseates him).

I now reflect that before I had children, I never felt like I needed or even wanted to swear. Normal words were mostly sufficient for me. But these days sometimes even the best words are not enough. Good times.

*thanks for your orders! I'll get more printed for people who missed the first release.