My blogger friend, "Trixie", (she won't tell me her real name so i gave her a really dweeby one. hey, i warned her!) says that holidays really raise the Crazometer at her house. i told her i was gonna steal her cool RAD term for my blog. I'm a great friend like that.
Anyway, we've had a great few days, but yesterday Kris emptied that bathroom trash because Uncuh was going to the dump. she placed new bags in the 3 little trash cans we have in there. I just went in there to get ready to go and noticed that the trash cans all have urine in them. no wonder those cans have smelled so bad! i always think it's the bathtime diapers! this time, he peed in them while they were empty, so now i know.
we made progress though....he admitted it was his, yet claimed it was an OOPS. THREE FEET??????
i remained calm, but told him he'll drink it next time i find it. was that wrong?
Yogi thought so. He is having him clean the bathroom each day before he throws his 80 pitches.
SOFTY.
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP. HE WILL GRADUATE. HE WILL LIVE INDEPENDENTLY. HE WILL FIND TRUE LOVE. HE WILL SURVIVE. HE WILL SHOWER REGULARLY. OR I WILL DIE TRYING. ~MOM
2 comments:
Ali, you should watch those threats! Let me tell you, once you actually see them drink it, good night kisses are a challenge all in themselves. I wonder what is so fun about peeing in a trash can!?
Love the wagon pics on the next post, btw. ADORABLE kids and outfits.
Ali...you have the patience of a friggin saint!
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