This is how my day started:
You can't say I didn't warn you.
Last night an accommodating, non-blog reading overnight guest invited Trippy to sleep with him.
Right around 11:30 pm Trip decided to relieve his bladder.
Did the dog whine at the door?
Did he jump off the bed?
Did he even move away from our guests body?
Oh no. He peed ON THE GUY'S LEG. ON THE GUEST'S BED.
And our guest? He slept in it rather than wake us up.
After apologizing profusely, our gracious guest brought me his laundry, washed himself off and left rapidly saying an "unexpected trip had come his way". No pun intended.
Do you want to know how my afternoon went?
Miss Curious took a long, long nap. Longer than usual. At least that is what we assumed she was doing. Napping that is.
She wasn't. Pants off. Diaper off. Two hours of play time? You can only imagine the mess.
Really cleaning up dog pee off the guest's laundry wasn't all that bad.
Desperate times call for desperate measures and she is DEFINITELY smarter than me.
Oh and my evening? You would like to know how my evening went?
Tonight we are sorting out new school supplies. New pencils, crayons and markers to bring tears of joy to a tired mother's eyes.
What I forgot to mention to the boys? PUT UP THEIR OLD SUPPLIES.
Take your hand off your direct dial line to Child Protective Services. That is marker, not blood. She thinks she is so funny.