The Tiny Massacre!

We all have those moments where we are stuck doing something that we certainly didn't plan on doing during a given day. With a trio of fur-babies trust me, it happens to me a lot. Messes that need to be cleaned up are kind of the norm! However, what occurred today was a mess that looked more like a tiny massacre and had nothing to with either furry kid.

I arrived home with the groceries, hopped out of the pathfinder to collect the goods from the cargo area. I had my arms filled with bags as I entered our mid-rise building from the parking garage, I got about 10 steps inside before feeling then hearing a bag break. A split second after hearing the bag break, I heard glass explode on impact as it hit against the hard flooring. Pasta sauce was everywhere. And I mean everywhere! It was on me, the walls, and of course in a huge heap on the floor. I quickly rushed the rest of the groceries home. I simply opened our front door dropped the groceries, took off one shoe, as I had left the messy shoe outside our front door in the hall, then got some cleaning supplies in my hands to go clean up my tiny massacre mess. I briefly looked around the corner for my husband but didn't see him. I assumed he must have went to take a nap. No time to waste, I headed out our front door and back down the hallways. As I'm cleaning the mess in the middle of the hallway, I was being as careful as possible but I soon felt glass entering my hand. Oh geesh! I then turned my hand over to look at my palm, somewhat stunned to see such a sizeable piece of glass sticking in it. No matter how careful I was it was super hard to see the glass through the sauce. Now there's a mix of pasta sauce along with my blood dripping to the floor. Not a pretty sight!

Next thing I hear is someone running in a full sprint down the hall behind me. I'm thinking, "oh great this person is going to be shocked when they round the corner to see me and this huge mess." Although I estimate it was about halfway cleaned up, it wasn't as huge as it originally was. I turn to look as the person arrives, it's thankfully my husband. Sigh, help has arrived! He then quickly explains to me how freaked out he was when he came out of our room to see the groceries dropped on the floor, one of my shoes barely inside the door, and two pugs staring in a concerned manner at the door. He said he thought I'd been snatched. Nope, not snatched just the creator of a huge mess I was trying to clean up. I was then dismissed from cleaning the rest of the mess to go home and clean my bloody hand. My poor husband knows I don't deal with blood very well, he likely thought I was about to pass out in the hall if I had to look at my bloody hand much longer. After a few minutes Brad comes home to check on me. No biggie, it looked worse at the time then it was. The pasta sauce was assisting in making my cut hand look so bad. Brad grabbed a few more cleaning supplies then headed back out our door. I soon followed with a mop. We got it all cleaned up. I even thought to clean the doorframe. We do good work! As we walked from the entry area back towards our apartment we continued to clean my messy shoe prints from the floor. Yikes, what a mess!

I can't believe the darn plastic bag broke so fiercely. I've never had to clean up such a mess after a bag breaks. Definitely needed that one to be double bagged. Once we arrive home to begin collecting the bags of groceries from our floor Simon snatched a raw green bean. He literally stuck his big 'ole head in the bag and grabbed a green bean. Boy, did he get in trouble! On the flip side, I'm surprised he didn't start snacking out while we were gone to clean up the mess. Clearly the pugs were just as concerned about what was going on as Brad was when he originally saw the dropped groceries on the floor. Apparently, Simon couldn't even concentrate on eating the dropped groceries until he knew everything was alright. Hmm, am I glad he can't eat during a concerned-unknown moment? Well, I guess so!

Here's a little side note: It cracks me up how Brad cleans every mess with Windex. It doesn't matter the mess, he grabs the Windex. Peanut butter stuck to the floor, get the Windex. Spilled soda, grab the Windex. Some unknown pug mess, Windex will clean it up. Pasta sauce spilled in the hallway, go home to get the Windex then return to finish cleaning. Cracks me up! The people at Windex would love this little portion of my post! LOL!