I was mistaken again.
After moving the cat family out of our bathroom yesterday, I planned to tackle a thorough cleaning and litter removal.
I gathered my supplies.
I gave Wendy a peanut butter sandwich & sippy cup of milk.
I turned on Winnie the Pooh.
And I set to work.
Approximately 2 seconds later, I heard, "Hmm." There's a particular inflection to that sound that makes me instantly search for Wendy and see whatever she's opened/broken/climbed/squished/eaten. In this case, I didn't have to search hard - she was in the doorway of the bathroom, little face alight with joy - Mommy was moving things! And spraying things! And wiping things! She had to come join in.
Aside from a cute moment when she wiped the wall to mimic me cleaning the mirror, it was a fiasco. Ever tried to clean a toilet with a very inquisitive 19-month old girl right there? It's not easy.
I didn't finish the bathroom. Now we're both watching Winnie-the-Pooh with our peanut butter sandwiches.
There's always naptime.