My children are so thoughtful. They like to keep my life interesting.
Matt got up early this morning to catch a flight to Ottawa. When he was getting ready, a picture fell off of the bathroom wall and smashed in the bathtub. He was in a rush, I was still in bed, so he told me about it and closed the bathroom door so that Kira didn't get to it before I did. So I knew that after I drove the boys to school and did my groceries I would need to do something about it. I get some bags and a box to put it in and walk into the bathroom. It smells like urine. I look down and there is pee everywhere. Pee on the floor, pee on the toilet, pee on the seat, pee on the wall, pee all over the step on garbage.
So I wiped and cleaned every surface in the bathroom, just to be sure. Not an easy task with a 13 month old and a puppy following me and getting into the toilet paper.
and safe for tonight's baths!
The last people in there were Damon and Campbell, and I already know what they are going to say.
At least I haven't had time to notice how sick I feel until now. (throat hurts, dizzy head, watery eyes, nasty cough)
We are bracing for a storm here, so I am guessing that Matt isn't going to be able to fly home tonight.
Doesn't that make you feel a bit better about your Monday?