A puddle? No, a lake.

It was only 8:12 in the morning.

I had swept the entire downstairs floors and was ready to tackle the last room - the utility room which is always the worst due to kitty litter, but the smallest. It was still early and we had a lot to do today. As I walked towards the bathroom, I peeked around the door and smelled a foul urine odor. My son had JUST gone to the bathroom so I assumed he had "forgotten" to flush the toilet. No such luck. As I stepped inside, my bare foot fell into a cool wet puddle. A puddle? No, a lake. It was a small lake in the middle of my bathroom floor! The floor around the toilet was completely drenched in pee. The pee reached three of the four walls and was close to trickling out the door.

Disgusting!

I was furious. He has been potty trained for over a year. He KNOWS what he's doing and what he just did. What should I do? This was done to get attention. Do I give him the attention he wants or ignore the entire situation? Do I put all of my anger and frustration aside and walk away calmly? Sorry, not today.

Poor kid. I love my son. He makes me laugh and smile every day. And today, he got the attention he was looking for.

As I sat on the stool in the bathroom, he cleaned up his mess. He got out old rags to wipe the tile floor. Then rags to clean the floor with soap and water. And to make me feel a little better, he had to get a brush and "scrub" the floor. He reluctantly did what I asked while trying not to get wet... he doesn't like to get his clothes dirty. How ironic.

It was now only 8:22. We still had the rest of the day ahead of us. Hopefully he got his "attention" fix.

Things I love...

I love...
I love God.
I love my husband, my son and my daughter.
I love my mom and dad.
I love my sisters and brother and brother-in-laws.
I love my family.
I love my dog and my cats.
I love being a stay-at-home mom.
I love that I was a teacher for 7 years.
I love the colorful fall leaves and crisp autumn days.
I love Notre Dame football.
I love pizza.
I love cake.
I love birthdays.
I love hearing my kids laugh.
I love kissing my babies good morning and good night.
I love listening to rain.
I love blue sky's and sunny days.
I love talking with my girlfriends.
I love holding my baby close.
I love holding hands.
I love knowing secrets.
I love dancing when nobody is watching.
I love singing when nobody is listening.
I love looking at pictures.
I love the smell of my baby's breath.
I love date nights with my husband.
I love watching movies at home.
I love seeing my kids smile.
I love hearing a little voice calling me mommy.
I love a clean house.
I love getting flowers.
I love quiet mornings.
I love my freedom.
I love my faith.
I love watching my children play.
I love feeling the warmth of a hug.
I love being a mom and a wife.
I love being Thomas's mom.
I love being Charlotte's mom.
I love being Craig's wife.
I love who I am.