Can I just tell you about the morning I’ve had over here? David was gone all night at work and got home around 8:30am. He was understandably exhausted and laid down on the couch to take a nap. The boys were playing in the living room and before David fell into a deep sleep, I decided I had better take a quick shower. Nathan had been very thirsty earlier that morning and asked for two glasses of orange juice so I knew he likely had to pee. Before getting into the shower I told Nathan we had better try and use the bathroom. He refused. He said he wanted to go on the couch. I told him that was not an option and that the only place for pee was in the toilet. He refused again. This went on for a good 6-7 minutes before I got fed up and told him that after I got out of the shower we would try again but if there was pee on the floor or the couch when I got back, he would not be getting any ice cream for dessert. Nathan stood his ground so I went off to shower…

I had been in the shower for a total of three blissful minutes and was all soaped up with shampoo in my hair when Nathan (who had taken off all his clothes) opened the shower door and began to pee into the shower. He missed the shower for the first two seconds and pee had gotten on the shower ledge outside. I didn’t know whether to be angry or relieved that at least he hadn’t gone on the couch. Then he tried climbing into the shower saying he wanted to take a shower too. At that exact same moment William came flying around the corner and began to dump a bunch of toys into the toilet. I had Nathan by one arm trying to keep him from stepping into the pee but was powerless to stop William from filling the toilet with toys. At this point I had soap getting in my eyes, was half in and half out of the shower and water was getting everywhere.

I had only one option. I called frantically for David, who by this time had fallen asleep. My yells must have been loud enough because I heard a thud coming from the living room and then David ripping around the corner and running towards the bathroom. I must have woken him up from a dead sleep because his expression was 1/2 completely dazed and 1/2 as though he expected to see us all lying in a bloody heap on the floor fighting for our lives. Once he realized nobody’s life was in danger, he gathered his wits and helped take control of the situation.

This was not funny at the time. My nerves were frayed and it was only 9am. After we cleaned up the mess and everyone dried off I decided that a visit from Grandpa was in order so I called my dad to see if he wanted to come by for a while to keep us company while David went back to sleep. Once Grandpa came to the house I decided to tell him the story and started laughing so hard I had tears streaming down my cheeks and could barely get a sentence out. I told him I didn’t know whether I should laugh or cry at the whole ordeal. I think I managed to accomplish both!