I know I’ve been woefully absent from the world-wide-webz lately, and I hope to remedy that soon. There’s so many wonderful things (and some not so wonderful ones) that I want to share with you, but alas, my overwhelming desire to sleep has soundly trumped my desire to write as of late.
I did, however, want to share that today was one of those days that disintegrated quicker than I could shake a stick at it. And boy, did I want it to shake a stick at it (still do, but my ever-efficient husband cleared all the yard debris over the weekend). All was well this morning, but a poorly timed phone call, a disgruntled repairman, and my kid dropping her drawers and li.te.ra.lly taking a crap on my kitchen floor squelched any possibility of ending the day on a particularly high note. I can laugh in disbelief now, but I cannot tell you how livid I was when my very well potty-trained child just squatted and unloaded one on the floor. Oh, and did I mention that she stepped in it, too? Because that’s what happens when there’s crap on the floor. Someone ALWAYS steps in it. But seriously, what kind of household does she think she lives in? I heard myself yelling “We DO NOT poop on the floor! EVER!” That should be an unspoken rule! It IS an unspoken rule at our house! Poor monkey. I’m pretty sure she’ll never do it again, and I hope she’s not terribly traumatized by the whole ordeal. But for now, per a friendly suggestion, I will post a sign on my door in case anybody else mistakenly assumes we allow that kind of thing around here.
Here’s hoping the evening is a little less filled with cleaning up crap. Literally.