Something funny happened yesterday. It was one of those days that I wished was over almost before it began. It was terribly unproductive, aside from a few loads of laundry.
There is a little girl who lives down the street from us. She and Delaney have gone to school together for 4 years. They have been in the same class since they were two. Well, every other Thursday, either her mom or I, volunteer in our daughters' kindergarten class. We both have younger kiddos, so I watch Thomas while she is there and she watches Addie while I am there. Works perfect.
So, yesterday Thomas was at our house. He and I were playing Hess trucks in between me doing loads of laundry. He had gone to the bathroom, twice, at our house already. I'd helped him the first time, but he seemed to have everything under control, so he managed it alone the second time. The third time nature called, I was in the laundry room (right next to the bathroom). He called out, "Kelli, I have to go potty." "Okay, great, go ahead" was my response as I was up to my elbows in stain remover. Not 30 seconds later, I walk past the bathroom and there is my little 3 year old friend, pants down around his ankles, toilet seat up, peeing all over my floor. A nice big puddle in the only spot I don't have a rug. "No, no, no!" I yelped, but then I saw that reaction made him nervous, so I told him it was fine and proceeded to clean it up. It had literally splashed onto every surface. But, soon enough, the bathroom was clean and he had on new underwear and pants.
I walk back into the laundry room to keep spotting clothes (does Addison own a bib???) and not 5 minutes later, he comes in to tell me he has to go #2. Not wanting a repeat of last time, I hurry him in, help him hop on the seat, and leave him for a minute or two to take care of business. He yells to me that he is done, I help him finish up, get dressed, etc. I flush the toilet. What happens???
It's clogged
So, at this point I'm racing out the door to pick up kids from school, I have to wake Addie up to leave, Thomas' mom comes, and I explain to her, in 20 seconds why her son is wearing different clothes, etc. She mentions that sometimes he waits too long, and that was probably the problem. I completely understand...I've had a little boy who still continues to wait too long! But, as I am driving to school, I'm smiling thinking how now that my big kids are older, we haven't had an accident in a long time.
So, we get home, I unclog the toilet, Jackson has a friend over, we take Delaney to gymnastics, I start dinner, Jeff picks up Delaney on his way home from work, we have a pregnant single-mother and her children over for dinner, Jackson's friend stays for dinner, and the night is drawing to a close. Delaney then comes running to me saying,
"Mom, I had an accident. I need new pants".
