I don't have a picture for this, but I had to post, so you can use your imagination. Monday is my laundry day. I usually do around seven (7) batches and it takes me all day to wash, dry, fold, and put away. Most of you reading this know exactly what I mean. Well, it was the end of the laundry day tonight at about 9:15 p.m. The kids had been in bed for about an hour and a half and I had just finished folding the last batch, placing it in the laundry basket, and setting the basket next to the couch. I sat down at the computer to check my email when suddenly, I heard a sound as if water was being poured out on a towel or the carpet. I looked around to discover Joseph, fully asleep, peeing on my freshly cleaned and folded laundry. If only I'd had the foresight to grab the camera. All I could do was watch in shock as he finished his toilette (that kid has an amazingly large bladder), help him pull up his pants, and put him back in bed. Then I dumped the load of laundry back in the washer and started the cycle again.
I'd been wishing for him to get up and take himself to the bathroom in the middle of the night. So I guess I should be more careful of what I wish for.
=Shaunna
2 comments:
I laughed and laughed at this one. Nice little slice of life as a mom. Truley stranger than fiction. Hope that you are still writing tons.
WOw... i would have lost it. My temper would have exploded into the complete expanded version.. Poor Joe wouldn't have known what hit him. hahahha. Good thing you're so pacient.
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