Go ahead, Laugh At My Expense . . .
Remember how I slipped up in a restaurant and broke my lady bits? Well, today I came a cropper again. And my day was going so well!
I arrived at the Melbourne Museum early for a play date with a good friend who I don’t see often enough. I am never early.
I bumped into two lovely bloggers Shae from Yay for Home and Kate from Picklebums – it was great to see them and meet their kids. The CrashKids did not live up to reputation at all – they were extremely shy! (I should have sensed the impending disaster – calm before the storm and all that!).
After the performance, as we headed to the lift, the kids ran ahead of us. Unfortunately, one kid – CrashBoy of course, spied a CrashBoy-sized gap in a cordoned off area and ran straight through it! I of course dashed after him.
As soon as I stepped through the barricade I skidded and fell in a heap. I had slipped in some kind of white sticky greasy stuff all over the floor. CrashBoy managed to make it to the other end of the area. I picked myself, camera bag and handbag up – all covered in goop and proceeded to coax CrashBoy out like he was a little puppy. He slipped and fell a couple of times, but I finally managed to get him out.
The stuff was all over his hands, clothes and shoes so I did what any resourceful mother does and did a quick clean up with a nappy wipe. CrashBoy, all the while, was looking well pleased with himself to have found Melbourne Museum’s latest attraction – the Crash Zone!
I took us off to the nearest toilets to clean up properly. It was all stuck in our shoe tread – really hard to clean with nappy wipes and toilet paper. After I got us sorted out I went back to have a closer look at the stuff and saw this:
Uh oh. Paint stripper?!?!?!? Good Lord – what did I do to deserve this? Our saving grace seems to be that it is at least ‘Earth Friendly’. I double checked with Museum staff who confirmed that yes, it was paint stripper, but would only be a danger if ingested or if it got in your eyes. Lucky I didn’t let CrashBoy lick himself clean. They also thanked me for closing the gap in the barrier so that it wasn’t quite so inviting for the next little explorer who tried to get into the Crash Zone without their Hazmat suit.
Good news is, all my lady bits are in tact. Thanks Josef Pilates!
Have you come a cropper lately?
ps The museum were very good about ensuring the area was properly cordoned off later. These things happen!