The Glitterpocalypse

Imagine it:

You sleeping soundly in your bed, dreaming of being a ninja or of cute ninja wannabe kittens. Suddenly, you’re woken up by your 5 year old daughter. She’s asking you a question, but the words don’t make it to your brain because… She is covered in glitter.


At first, you think it’s the dream carrying into your waking life, but blinking a few times and sitting up doesn’t make the glitter go away. In fact, at this new vantage point, you see MORE glitter. By this point, your daughter has asked you the same question several times and is looking at you in an odd way because you haven’t answered yet. And her question slaps you in the face to confirm your worst nightmares:

“Mom, will you get the cereal down?”

She has no idea what she’s done.


This is what happened to me yesterday. Precious usually does a pretty good job of waking Hubs and me up when she gets up if we aren’t up already. Or she’ll go play her games on the computer for a while and then wake us up when she gets hungry. It’s not very often she gets up before us and bedazzles the house… And herself.

What makes it worse is the fact that the belt on our vacuum broke the other day and we still haven’t gotten a new one. I had to get down on my hands and knees and use the mini-vac on as much as I could before it started losing its charge. The kitchen was a bit easier than everywhere else. Grab a broom, the fox tail, and dust pan. Use the fox tail to swipe the glitter off the counter tops and table. Sweep up what glitter you can into the dust pan and empty into the trash. Wait an hour and do it again, sweeping up as much glitter as you did the first time even though you got it all off the kitchen floor the first time. And repeat. And repeat.

The rest of the house will be much the same, though the carpet will hold the glitter for months to come.

About Katie Doyle

Katie Doyle is an avid reader, writer of NA and Adult fiction, a mom to two tornadoes that resemble an eight and six year old, and pet to a tuxedo cat named Oz and a German Shepherd/Boxer rescue named Charlie. If she's not reading, writing, or getting Oz out of a tree, she's screaming at characters on TV and trying not to curse around her kids.
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5 Responses to The Glitterpocalypse

  1. *LOL* I can only imagine. Glitter is just one of those things that doesn't want to come out. I would have thought I was still dreaming too.

  2. Oh geez. Well, what a great memory that will make. 🙂 I hope you got pictures!

  3. Your house is going to look like Christmas until – well – Christmas!

  4. Jo says:

    haha At least your house will be shiny!!

  5. Sher A. Hart says:

    Better glitter than a glittery vampire! Just saying "hi" from the campaign, and wait until she tries to bake a cake on the kitchen floor. That made a really nice picture for my son's book of remembrance. And another son got quiet while I was oil painting. I found him under the table, having smeared an entire tube of black over himself and the carpet. I got that picture too.

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