oh snap!

that was what I heard uttered by my two year old last night as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. "Oh, Snap!" she said when she saw me. What I said remained silent, along with the scream bouncing around inside my head. What caused this reaction you wonder... why the disaster the little wonder had created in record time. Utter chaos, I found myself wondering how did she do it, it took me moments to use the bathroom, mere minutes. Sigh! she is like a whirlwind and although I have yet to witness it actually occurring I do believe she just walks and things spin and swirl off shelves and cupboards and fall at her feet...I am completely puzzled as to how she accomplishes so much in so very little time. As I stood staring, and blinking, I'm fairly certain my mouth was open in shock, I could only wonder how many hours it was going to take to restore some semblance to the room, then wondered if I should bother since she most likely would just repeat the whole process as soon as I walked out of the room, and strongly weighed the merit of just leaving it for another to take care of (share the joy I believe) safety won out, since the other two little wonders who live in this home, deserve a safe environment, picked up is what I did. Only took 45 minutes, I am getting quicker, one could say due to practice. Something I get a lot of with this one. She of course starts out with the oh shit! look soon replaced by calculating (do you think she would notice if I just walk away) to the charming little look, complete with big brown eyes and innocent expression. No it didn't work, I sent her to her room. (where she promptly fell asleep, woohoo.....right? sure if it would have been 1 in the afternoon, but no this was 5:30 which meant by the time I figured that out she had already been sleeping far too long, which then meant the little wonder watched the sun rise this morning) somehow balance is an illusion with this one. There is no picture to accompany this post...I honestly didn't even think of taking one. Of course the image is firmly burned in my brain for always... I could wonder why God sent this organized, control freak this little whirlwind of destruction. Something tells me it wasn't to perfect my cleaning skills. Perhaps when I have more energy I could actually ponder that.