Esmé's Mommy here... again.
Tuesday was one of those days. Esmé was completely uncooperative in the morning, so ended up on time out and didn't even get to go to daycare, much to her dismay (and ours). Don't you love it when the kid's discipline affects you more than the kid?
So Pappa, who landed on daycare duty, was heading for a much-needed reprieve to a racquetball game that afternoon.
And this Mommy here was all excited about this terrific giveaway she won and wanting to start printing tot school stuff on the printer (more on that later).
Of course, the color ink was out.
So I got out the ink cartridge refill kit, which I've never used before, and scanned quickly through the manual. Got it! I set everything up on the very messy kitchen counter.
I poked through the ink refill holes with a pen, filled up the syringe with blue ink, and filled away. A little messier than anticipated - the ink was bubbling over and leaking out of the bottle, the cartridge, and the syringe.
And Esmé wants to help. I'm already feeling pressured from the mess, so this is NOT what I need. She brings over her ladder and starts to manhandle the equipment.
I rinse out the syringe, accidentally shooting it upright in the cleaning process and getting blue-colored spray all over the kitchen curtains. Permanent stain.
Esmé continues to "be involved."
That's the only way I can explain what happens next. I need some sort of excuse...
Yep, I put the yellow ink into the magenta section. And the magenta ink into the yellow section. All very neatly this time, I must say.
Now I'm very flustered and stressed and upset, and Esmé continues to putter around, and I can't stand the chaos anymore.
So I put the ink cartridge into the printer anyway - to at least get it out of the way. And I print.
And I laugh. And Esmé joins me.
So what if everything is the wrong color?! I've got a whole new perspective on life now. Colors are beautiful, no matter which order they come in.
And now I have one more reason to get kitchen curtains. Ones that cheer me up whenever I see them.
Yes, I'll have to get a new ink cartridge for the serious schoolwork.
But once again I've realized what an amazing de-stressor laughter is.
Here's to laughter!
Now excuse me while I go deal with the waterfall cascading down the front of our stopped up kitchen sink, where Esmé is washing dishes. Looks like a perfect opportunity to mop the floor...
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