I feel I have a responsibility to my readers to give a dose of reality along with my positive outlook on my crazy life. Please sit back while I provide you with a few Townsend reality checks.
On Sunday morning, I was gloriously cleaning out the basement. I know you’re laughing because I used the word “gloriously” and “cleaning” in the same sentence but hear me out. I was alone. Netflix was tuned to “When Harry Met Sally” and I was organizing and cleaning. Glorious, no? The boys were outside helping Matt in the yard and Olivia was up in her room watching Tom and Jerry. I’m cleaning away and all of a sudden I hear “Mo-om!” from Olivia at the top of the basement stairs. I walk over to the stairs and see…completely naked Olivia.
“I peed all over my bed.”
I go upstairs to find…a giant pile of poo on the floor and, yes, pee all over her bed. The bed I just changed. The room I just cleaned.
I told her I was proud that she came and got me and told me. I also explained to her that I would really like it if next time she told me BEFORE she took off her diaper!!!
I really amazed myself with my calm because I really wanted to yell and scream. Those deep breaths can really help.
Monday Olivia came home from school asking to take a bath. I said no because she had just taken one the night before and we really weren’t going to have time. (A bath for Olivia is at least an hour-long process. At least.) So the boys were playing and she went up to her room to play and I had to go back down to the basement to finish up checking emails and such for work. I was downstairs for maybe 20 minutes. The bathroom doors upstairs were locked. Safe, right?
The next thing I know Matt is home and I can tell he’s angry. I go upstairs to the kitchen and see water coming through the ceiling fan.
I go upstairs to the bathroom and see an inch of water on the floor, water all over the walls and mirror, Olivia soaked from head to toe, toothbrushes and bath toys in the toilet, toothbrush holder in pieces and one furious husband.
Looks like Olivia got her bath after all.
It’s ridiculously frustrating because she knows better but honestly can’t control her impulses.
And I have no idea how she unlocked the door.
This, my friends, is your reality check for today. I hope you enjoyed it.