A tale of two floors

I go home after lunch and am greeted by the smell of spring mint upon opening the door. Not an unpleasant smell, mind you, but the only thing that smelled like spring mint when Nick & I left this morning was our collective breath. Underneath the spring mint smell is a hint of bleach. I head downstairs to the kitchen to find the mop sitting in a bucket of bleach & water. OK, that explains the bleach. Turns out little angel Noah sneaked down to the kitchen to fix himself a glass of milk. I don't think I need to spell out what happened, do I? Let's just say I'll be stopping by the store tonight to replace the gallon of Mayfield that used to be in our fridge. At some point the darling little cherub went upstairs and (I assume) tried to make sure his breath was minty-fresh. When I get to the bathroom, the entire (LARGE) bottle of mouthwash has congregated on the floor around and behind the toilet. The M.R.S. is no longer flexible enough to maneuver around the toilet area so the green spill is waiting for daddy. I guess things could have been worse. At least he's been leaving all of his poop in his diaper.

Have you ever filled out a job application, spent $13 on transcripts, spent $14 to express mail it in order to beat the closing deadline, and then realize several days later that you didn't fill out the 16-page application packet that was supposed to accompany the application? No? Um... me... either...