Tap. Tap. Tap.
Where is that coming from?
Then again, a faint scratch and one knock. On the door? I think? It was faint, but persistent. I went to look through the stained glass windows of our front doors and saw…nothing?
Opened the door and lying there ghostly pale and covered in a thin film of sweat, was my Hubby.
“Honey, I cut my foot, I’m going to pass out”. Was what he muttered. Oh crap. have you ever seen that episode of Fraser when Niles Crane cuts his finger while ironing?
Yeah, could be my big man. Every single time he gets a glimpse of his own blood he needs to lie down. Fast.
Turns out Klutzy Hubby came home from a golf tourney all proud of himself for winning a great big trophy, and a great big bottle of Grey Goose Vodka. As he stepped out of his man car he simultaneously dropped that giant bottle of Grey Goose and stepped on the giant shards of glass is created. Ouch! Through the shoe and into his foot. I was greeted at the door by a white faced man and a giant pool of rapidly expanding blood. First aid Mama kicked in. Stopped the blood and got the pale clammy man inside. Once he was squared away I went outside to gather up the boy’s trophy and clean up the glass.
My eyes could not quite comprehend what I was seeing! I imagine this is what a crime scene would look like. Blood drops from the car door to the house. Drag marks from where my poor man had nearly passed out and crawled the last two feet, and then a ridiculously large pool of blood outside our front door. No wonder the man felt faint.
Here’s a question this Mama has never had to deal with before. How on earth does a woman clean up a mess like this one? I couldn’t just leave it! If the kids saw it they would be traumatized, and if the neighbours saw it they would think someone in the house had been killed!
I got out my sexy and reliable rubber gloves, some sponges, a plastic bag, bleach and Lysol. Probably not the best chemical combination as the odours did leave me a bit light headed. After an honest hour of scrubbing you could just barely make out the suburban crime scene. I only gagged a couple of times.
Gotta tell you, this definitely got me thinking. If a cut on the bottom of a mans foot could make this big a mess on a side walk, how do the bad guys do it? Why aren’t more of them caught?
This thing I know for sure, I could never be an axe murderer.
Lisa @No More Diet Drama says
Oh my gosh!! Poor guy. You would’ve had all the suburbanites talking if they saw you cleaning up that mess. Can you imagine the rapid gossip that would create? Yikes.
Randi Troxell says
uuugghh.. so sorry you had to do that!
i don’t do well with blood.. but my hubs is like yours.. so i do better than him.. lol
would it have been immature to have called my mom over to clean it up.. haha.. just kidding!!!
Brian Miller says
way to be there…and you could always have a future in crime scene clean up…smiles.
Matty says
We men are such big babies. Now go give him a lesson on first aid…elevate and pressure. Ta-da.
Jennie says
This is so crazy. I had an identical experience with my four year old daughter last night! Blood drops all through our garage and house.
The answer (for next time) is HYDROGEN PEROXIDE. It works on clothes too!
Thank you SO much for posting that clip. I miss that show! (I also love the one where they end up in Canada and Daphne is only allowed to say “sure”. LOL)
Sara @ Domestically Challenged says
there are those who are cut out to be axe murderers, and then there are US, those who are cut out to IDENTIFY potential axe murderers. BOth important, but ours much less gastly.
Busy Bee Suz says
I suppose you would have to put down lots of plastic before the axing began?
I hope he is ok now!!!
I love that episode…I miss Frasier so much!
Michelle @ Flying Giggles says
Poor hubs, hope is okay now. Poor thing, must have been so excited and then, his winnings injured him. And to drop a brand new bottle of Grey Goose…tragedy!
Kelly says
Oh my gosh! The things we do for our families! That is my absolute favorite episode of Fraser!
Secret Mom Thoughts says
Head wounds bleed even more. I couldn’t be an axe murderer either. I’d get lightheaded. Did hubby need stitches?
JennyMac says
First aid Mama kicked in. Stopped the blood and got the pale clammy man inside.
haha…glad everything was ok. And anyone who loves Lululemon pants like you do is far too fashionable to be an ax murderer anyway. 🙂
Erin says
Too bad he broke the vodka-I’m sure you could have used a drink after all that cleaning!
MamaJoss says
…all while working in the fumes of the vodka – lol…that would make me a little wooooozy too! Oh these men…they certainly can make larger messes (or crime scenes in your case) than the kids…but ahhhh we love ’em! Glad you got it all cleaned up…hope hubby is ok.
moonduster says
Um-yuck! I’m glad your hubby is okay and so sorry you had such a mess to clean up! (The smell of blood makes me gag.)
BigSis says
Good to know 🙂 It’s amazing how we manage to gather strength to do the things we must.