Before I can get to the "meat" of this post, I'm gonna have to give you a little bit of background knowledge first... which in a nutshell is this:
The owners of the house we are renting have decided to sell it, which basically means we will be kicked to the curb shortly, and also means that each and every Saturday an open house is held, so big packs of strangers can come parading through our house humming and hawing about whether or not they want to rip our home out from under us.
I may be giving you the slightly dramatic version.
So each and every Friday afternoon, I get to spend my time cleaning my house from top to bottom, so that it's all beautiful and gleamy for all those thieving strangers.
Here's where the story gets truly FASCINATING. During my cleaning this Friday afternoon, Lena decides that if she doesn't play with some play-dough, she will pass out and die. Unfortunately for HER, I was not interested in having bits of bright orange gooey play-dough all over the floor and smashed into the carpet. Perhaps on Saturday AFTER the house had been shown, I may have possibly almost likely been okay with it, but it just wasn't going to happen at that moment.
So I told her the unthinkable: "No."
She almost did pass out and die... and threw the tantrum of a lifetime.
Then she grabbed my paper towel roll and ran off with it, threw herself on the couch, and snuggled onto that paper towel for half and hour.
Truly.
Oh, the distress. "Dearest paper towel... you are the only one who loves me.... the only one who understands me and my play-dough needs."
For a moment, one of her brothers got a little too close to her and her beloved paper towel. He got the look of death.
Plus some pouty lips, and possibly a bird flipping....?
Then, she suddenly caught on to the fact that I was photographing her in her despair.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... "the look of death," courtesy of Lena Janay Prepchuk:
(did you shudder?)
Moments after this picture was taken, she sought her revenge on me and unrolled that paper towel all over the family room.
So I took my bratty angelic little girl, gave her a wad of that paper towel, some windex, and a glass door. And she cleaned. And she loved it.
And with that single move, something awoke within her. Something hidden within all womankind everywhere. Which is simply this: When you are stressed, when you are angry... you clean. You CLEAN. (And then maybe eat some chocolate)
The end.