I got woke up this morning by a bed-wetter.
Especially when the accused bed-wetter was wetting his mommy & daddy’s bed. The one withOUT the water proof mattress protector.
Awesomeness at its finest.
Shortly following we had a cup of orange juice dumped on the hardwood floor and down the kitchen cabinets. Which equaled me using LOTS of clean towels to dry it up. Oh yea, the clean towels that JUST came out of the dryer. I guess that requires a laundry do-over.
Speaking of laundry…I realized (when I was throwing the nasty pee infested sheets in to the washer) that I dried my absolute favorite Ann Taylor sweater. Too bad I don’t have a cute 3 year old little girl because it would probably fit her right now.
Oh and the lovely powdered donut crumbs…can’t use my handheld Dyson to suck em right up. Nope. Because last weekend when I went out of town…I hadn’t even been gone 45 minutes and Bents decided to vacuum up the dog water bowl. How sweet of him.
Did I mention SJ’s white noise CD stopped working this morning? You know, the one that keeps him sleeping nicely for his naps? Broken. For the 3rd time I might add.
3 poopy diapers by one smelly 2 year old and I am about to declare potty training boot camp STAT! Someone save me from the poop!
Let’s see, what else has my morning consisted of?
Feeding the boys grapes for breakfast and leaving the kitchen for a split second (to transfer the sheets to the dryer) only to return to what might possibly of looked like a war zone. Grapes flying everywhere.
I think I need a cocktail.
Guess it’s a good thing someone knows how to stay cool around here.