(walk in door returning from 5 1/2 mile run)
me: (unable to talk or really breathe)
darling husband: how was your run, sweetheart?
me: (lungs still in overdrive) um...good...i guess...i did it...that's the big thing.
darling son #1: (holding nose) EWWW! MOMMY! THERE'S POO ON THE FLOOR! QUINN JUST POOED AND PEED ON THE FLOOR AND IT STINKS!
(darling son #2 standing in disgusting mess in middle of living room not daring to move. take off pj pants and run him to the toilet to begin clean-up)
me: don't worry sweetheart. accidents happen. let's try to get to the toilet next time, okay?
darling son #2: i pooed in the living room, but i didn't poo in the dining room. that's good, right?
me: (thinking...are you kidding me!) that's right, honey. but pee and poo go in the bathroom.
darling son #2: mommy, you are all sweaty and yucky.
me: (thinking...i'm the one that's yucky?!? are you kidding me!) i am, aren't i. i just came back from my run.
darling son #1: mommy, can i go on the computer now?
me: in just a minute. let me clean up your brother and then i'm going to quickly check my messages.
darling son #1: ARGGGGGGHHHH! you are the worst mom in the world!
darling son #2: i love you mommy (then looks at older brother with holier than thou attitude)
darling husband: okay boys, leave mommy alone.
me: (thinking...thank god i don't have to do this parenting thing on my own!)
2 comments:
sounds like a bad day... everything will fall in its place sooner or later, so take it lightly, dear!
good on you for going out running and getting away for a bit!
but yeah, that is yucky. been there (I have 4).
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