It all started with clean underwear.
In the 30 seconds I was in my bedroom putting on clean underwear, an entire roll of toilet paper was strewn across the hallway and all the bath towels were dumped in the still draining tub.
While I was attempting to locate an empty laundry basket for the towels, the entire box of art supplies including feathers, pom-poms, and paper scraps was dumped from its 'too high to reach' location and scattered throughout the dining room.
While I was hurriedly stuffing art supplies back into the box, one newly opened box of Kleenex was layered on the couch.
And that's when Momma lost it.
I shudder to think what would have happened if I had bothered with clean pants.
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I'm sorry to laugh, but I just have to. I've lost count of how many times I've been through typical scenarios with my kids, and everytime I act shocked and upset. Instead, I should always be prepared and watchful for the next major fiasco. I do hope your day gets better from here on out. You know, if push comes to shove, you could just pawn him off on someone for an hour while you make a coffee run for some time alone. :)
Now that Oscar is pulling up to stand, I am beginning to understand the lie that "too high to reach" really is.
I think we all underestimate the destructive tendencies of toddlers. Here I spent YEARS fearing an atom bomb, when I should've been preparing for toddlerhood!
Hilarious. I wish I had as much energy as a toddler. Then maybe I could clean up my son's messes as fast as he makes them.
And this is why putting on clean underwear is exhausting. Would never have made sense before kids, huh?
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