When he woke up from his nap I wanted to cry.
Because he is one.
And he walks.
And has little hands like a raccoon.
He likes to get into the garbage.
Just like a raccoon.
And just like every other 1 year old on the planet.
So I started a bath.
Nothing else can contain him.
And then I started the washing machine.
Because Joey had a 3 a.m. wakeup call when the little person (not me) who snuck into his bed peed. all. over. him.
Unfortunately for me, Joey sleeps with 5 pillows and 2 blankets.
Fast forward who even knows how long... (Maybe 30 minutes)
I am listening to the washing machine, trying to decide if it is time to put in the fabric softener.
I am also listening to the one year old grunting and trying to decide if he is quite finished so that I can change him. (But secretly hoping that he grunts a few minutes longer because I just don't feel like it!)
And I've completely forgotten that I turned on the bathtub.
Max runs past me as fast as he can to the bathroom.
(This morning Max discovered that Joey left his ipad at home. This has never happened before. And Max is fully taking advantage of his alone time with Zombie Farm. No time for bathroom breaks.)
And then we all remembered about the bathtub when we saw the water seeping out into the hallway, headed for our bedrooms.
I guess I have more laundry to do now.
And I've never been so glad to be on the bottom floor of an apartment building.
Karma was sick of waiting for me to mop the bathrooms I guess.
(Does Karma care about things like that?)
Now please tell me what a crappy and unproductive day you are having...
And what you are making for dinner out of the meager ingredients in your cupboards?
And maybe just throw in a dumb mistake you've made recently...
Stay tuned for pictures of the baby's 1st birthday.