Yesterday I had 4 children at my house; my 2 and another 2 siblings. It was a very hot day and as they were playing outside, they discovered the water spicket.
We have recently planted grass, but as of right now, our yard is mainly dirt and weeds and the copious application of water made a very large mud puddle.
I wasn't too worried, figuring I could just wash off their hands and feet as I had the day before, with a bucket full of soapy water. Unfortunately, they took it a little farther yesterday, getting absolutely covered from head to toe. Hair, faces, clothes and extremities were smeared with brown, gloppy goo. Oh, man!
Wondering how I was going to get them all into the bathroom without getting mud all over the house, my eyes alighted upon the children's plastic swimming pool. I filled it with water and went for towels and wash clothes, instructing the children to go ahead and get in, clothes and all. (Most of the clothes came off, of course. What fun is it to get into a pool with your clothes on?)
I had to scrub pretty good, but finally all 4 of them emerged fairly mud-free, clean enough to enter the house in any case.
I am afraid that I don't always take these things in complete stride. I sometimes become a little stressed out and agitated, but the children had an absolutely wonderful time. Looking back at their happy little faces and the pure joy that only mud can bring, the clean-up was a small price to pay.
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