I heard the toilet seat crash. I heard the baby laugh. I ran to the bathroom but I was too late. The sippy cup was in the unflushed toilet.
...."So Atlas doesn't throw his cup in my pee?"
"Exactly".
Today I got pummeled in the head with a granola bar. Honestly, Titan threw it so hard I'm quite surprised that I don't have a concussion.
Last week I was working with some male college students, helping them with their housing paperwork. One of them handed me a check and while looking at his future roommate, he laughed and said, "I adulted so hard today".
Of course I responded, "Oh yeah, adulting is the worst. I've had to adult for like, 11 years". And they just kinda looked at me like I was a crazy, old lady. Which I gusss I am? I don't know.
Some crazy old lady in patterned yoga pants, just trying not to adult for one day. Trying to make it through the weekend without getting pink eye from my 3 yr old and without any of us getting a serious injury. Who goes to Costco and Target just to pass the time. (And by the way, if I were a SAHM, I'd be so broke. I could find a million reasons why I need to run to Target and we all know you can't leave the store without spending at least $100.00.)
On Friday night I cleaned the 1st floor of the house for almost 2 hours, just so the boys would have a fresh pallet to cover with food and dinosaurs in the morning. Because thats what parents do for their children. They adult so hard.
And after being nearly knocked out by a granola bar, I adulted by folding AND putting away the laundry. And I did a lot of sanitizing. A LOT OF SANITIZING.
Anyone else ever have to fish a sippy cup out of toilet full pee? That, my friends, is hardcore legit adulting right there.
Cheers!
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