When It's Too Quiet

Yesterday my little man and I went to work as usual. We picked up the little girl we watch, and headed to her house. When we got there it was time for her to have her drum lesson{this is NOT the quiet part}, so while she was busy I decided to get her laundry started. I have Max come upstairs with me and have him play with the toys in her room while I grabbed her laundry and headed to the laundry room {only one door down from where I left little Max} While I was loading in her clothes my boss came around the corner and we started talking about what she should wear to dinner..... now, it is hard to just walk away when your boss is talking to you, but I should've when I had that feeling, the "it's too quiet, he's up to no good" feeling. But no, I was good and stayed to listen, while I secretly worried what he was up to in there. Once we decided on her eye shadow I was gone fast, and when I walked into the room I knew exactly why it was so quiet.... Max fed the turtle. Yes, the girl I watch has a turtle tank in her room,a big turtle tank, a turtle tank that was now filled with turtle food. As I walk further in I see that it is not only filling the tank, but it is all over the floor..... and he squirted in all of the water conditioner....uh oh. Wow, so I start by getting a big cup and taking out some water and then putting some fresh water in, we don't need a dead turtle. Then I venture to the kitchen to find my tool of choice. Perfect, a strainer. After about half an hour of straining through the big turtle tank I have most, most of the turtle food out{and one pissed off turtle}. Then it's onto the floor {thankfully the girl I watch was in her drum lesson, or she would've flipped out at Max for making a mess in her room} Now, I don't know if you've seen turtle food recently, but it is tiny little dots, very tiny. So tiny that even after gathering together what I can with my hand  there is plenty of little specks left trying to hide in the carpet. Now, Max does everything big, so when he makes a mess its a BIG mess, so we are talking a lot of little specks.... everywhere. So for the next thirty minutes I get to pick up little pieces of turtle food from the floor. As all of my frustrated cleaning is happening Max is happily piling up pillows and jumping on them on the other side of the room{ I try to have a little "talk" with him about how he could have hurt the turtle, but he's two and a half, so he didn't really catch on...but he said sorry, so that's a plus}. I am amazed that no one has witnessed our little disaster, which is best. My boss is not used to having a two year old around {her daughter is eight} so I think Max sometimes.... well, upsets her. So it is best that this little oopsie is between Max and I. I now know I need to trust my Mommy feelings and RUN when it is too quiet, run. 

Kelly Callahan