The Table

The weekend started off with utter chaos as Ajay, my dear hubby, discovered his hair products leaked all over our new kitchen table and burned a lovely white stain on to it the size of my hand. He tried to hide it with a place mat but Sasha (our 3 year old daughter) was quick to inform me of the mishap which occurred in my absence - "Daddy really messed up the table!" , she said it ten different ways before we both told her to cut it out. I tried to remove the stain with nail polish remover....not the best solution clearly, it just took the paint right off . All I kept thinking is "atleast we can throw a table cloth on it, worst case scenario". Ajay felt awful about it, especially since we haven't even paid the darn thing off yet. This table was cursed from the beginning. When it first arrived Ajay tried to assemble it when the screw cracked the table leg in half. We ate in the family room for almost 3 weeks until we receive the replacement. Ajay hopes to find something at the hardware store to recify the situation. I, on the other hand, am thinking about what colour of table cloth to buy.