So this morning Drew didn't have school. I had great visions of the boys sleeping in and having a nice relaxing morning. Normally on school days I end up having to wake them up but on non-school days they don't have any problems getting up early. This morning was no different. Drew and Cade were up much earlier than normal and I was disappointed my morning hadn't worked as I had it planned out in my head. So, I told them they could watch cartoons in my room with me for a little bit before we went down for breakfast. A little while later I woke again because Mace was awake. When I got up I realized the boys were gone. They had sneaked out without telling me and went downstairs. As Mace and I walked down the stairs, I was scared of the make-your-own-breakfast mess I would find on the counters but I was pleasantly surprised that I found them void of any supplies. As they sat on the couch watching cartoons I asked them what exactly they were doing coming downstairs without telling me and Cade handed me a wad of plastic. I grabbed it and studied it a minute trying to figure out what in the world it had come from. What exactly had they been doing? It was strange because the bottom was full of white little crystals. Then it hit me. They had gotten into Mitch's candy stash. He had an unopened box of Sour Patch Kids in the pantry and they had helped themselves to the whole thing for breakfast. What a healthy way to start your day when you are two. They seemed pretty proud of themselves though that they had only taken one box of candy so I guess we have that going for us. They didn't wipe everything out.
Then a little later Drew and Cade were upstairs playing and Mace was downstairs with me. I was cleaning up the kitchen from the actual breakfast I fed them and Mace headed into the pantry. I was calling for him because I needed to run some dirty towels up to the laundry room and didn't want him in the pantry alone while I was gone. He didn't come and it was pretty silent back there. I headed back to grab him and threw all the towels on the floor and screamed when I saw what he was doing. He was standing at the toilet with his hands inside of it. Gross yes, but it got so much worse when I got closer. Drew has had the tendency not to flush the toilet lately. It's so nasty and I don't know why he all of sudden started doing that. So Mace had been playing in a toilet full of pee. Nasty, nasty, NASTY! At least he hadn't thrown a whole roll of toilet paper in the toilet again. I would not have been very happy about fishing out a pee soaked roll of toilet paper and having a pee covered baby.
The best thing about the morning was realizing that these two incidents didn't even really strike me as crazy or out of the ordinary. I didn't even text Mitch and let him know. Well, I guess I did make Drew send him an apology email. But with three active little boys in the house right now, we're constantly finding ourselves part of crazy situations like these. I now think of these times as amusing stories to share instead of stressful situations. The alternative of losing my mind doesn't sound all that appealing to me.
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