True Story

This morning I heard the sound of our garbage man pulling up curbside to our home at 7:45 (an hour early btw), and to his disappointment (and mine) T forgot to put the trash out. For the second time in two weeks time. I rushed out there in my PJs with our can dragging behind me mumbling complaints about how garbage is totally a man's responsibility. Alas- I was too late, and now the kids were also late for school. Okay, we were running late anyways but this incident did not help.

About 2 hours into our day, I overheard Baby Girl in the bathroom making grunting noises. She hadn't asked me to put her on the toilet like she normally would do. I called to her "Are you going poop?" She hesitated and answered and honest "yes..." I replied with "What a big girl you are! You didn't even need Mommy to pull down your pants and lift you up on the toilet this time. Yeah! See I told you you could do that all by yourself." Then some awkward silence on her part. I almost didn't go in there, but decided to check it out since she'd need help cleaning up as usual. She had been pooping- only not in the usual place. She was still fully clothed. Whoops. Number two whoops of the day.

Actually, if you count the fact that while I was out last night the dishwasher was not started and we had no clean bowls for breakfast then that would make it whoops number three- but who's counting... Oh yeah, me. I was counting. Counting, and pouting.

So to get even with the world I decided not to fold any of T's laundry today. I've decided if garbage and poopy underwear are my job, then he can fold his own socks...

PS For lunch we had Doritos and ice cream.

PPS For dinner, popcorn. True.