Crying Over Spilled Milk

I know we aren't supposed to cry over spilled milk.  But I seriously think some spilled milk situations merit a good cry.  For instance, the few times that I spilled the freshly pumped breast milk in the first six months of my children's lives.  Or today...

We came home from the grocery store with a brand new gallon of milk for the girls.  I set it on the kitchen counter and went into the living room to turn the TV on so that the girls wouldn't cling to my legs begging "up-e-o" (pick me up) while I made their oh-so-delicious, but not-so-nutritious mac & cheese.  Then I hear a crash, followed by a tell-tale bubbling.  Yeah.  They pulled the milk off the counter and it busted right along the seam.  To make matters worse, I'm frantically telling the girls to get out of the kitchen and go in the living room while pouring what's left in the jug into the old jug and grabbing for towels and Amelia just keeps standing there saying, "Messy, messy, messy."

Yes, Amelia, it is messy.  Please go in the living room.

Messy, messy, messy.

AMELIA, GO INTO THE LIVING ROOM!

Messy, messy, messy.

AMELIA, GET IN THE LIVING ROOM!!!

That last time I screamed it at her.  And she started bawling.  Broke my heart.  I couldn't do anything about it until I dammed the grout-made milk rivers though.  The milk was heading straight for the fridge and THAT would have been disaster.  So once I got the rivers dammed, I talked to Amelia about following directions while I gave her hugs and kisses and made everything better.

Two bath towels and a hand towel later and the mess was cleaned up.  Thank goodness I was already doing laundry today.

On a more positive note, the weather the last couple days has been so phenomal.  Two days ago I braved taking the twins for a walk, sans their leashes (Julia's broke a few months ago).  In the 15 minutes that we walked, the girls chased an airplane, Amelia made a mad-dash for a Weimereiner (sp?) being walked on the other side of the street, and they got a friendly hello from a school bus driver.  We all survived and I think the Vitamin D did us some good.

Yesterday we drove over to the neighborhood park and played for half an hour.  The girls got wet and muddy, but we all had a great time.  I can't wait until we have consistently pretty weather and can spend more time outside.

And what's on my mind and heart right now?  While going to PA school is, for lack of a better description, a dream come true, I am totally in mourning about the time I will miss with my little monkeys.