Sometimes a Temper Tantrum Feels Good

On the way home from a lunchtime errand run, the little angel spilled a big blork of frozen yogurt all over my car Vicki's floor. Like a super big blob the size of her fist (it was in a cup from Costco). 

I ran to the kitchen to grab a wet rag, and a rag with soap on it and a cup of water. After I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, I took out a 20-pack of paper towels from the trunk.

And I threw it on the garage floor. 

I may have punched it a little.

They should sell 20-packs of paper towels as anger management tools. IT.WAS.AWESOME.

Then I found the shop vac and sucked up the water. I haven't gone out there to smell it yet. It's like 90 degrees here today. I'm scared I didn't get it all out and I will have a recreation of that one time she spilled a bottle of milk on the floor of the Explorer and we didn't realize it until it had soured. That smell removed at least three layers of skin from my nasal passages and it has taken all eight years to grow them back.

I left the paper towels on the floor. I'll deal with them later. At least I didn't say anything horrible to my kid, right? 

Argh.