Today was one of those days. I had to take a shower because we ended up taking C to the doc this morning due to this never ending virus that has plagued our family. I just wanted to be sure we weren't dealing with something else. Anyways, since I knew we were headed out in public, I at least wanted to smell decent. So I locked B in his room and told him I was going to take a shower. He's pretty good about this most days. Today I thought, "wow, he's really not complaining that much about being in his room alone today. Weird." Then I took a shower for about 10 minutes. I got out, got dressed and went to check on B, who was quiet. TOO quiet. And when I opened the door I had the strange mixture of anger and sheer laughter intertwine in my head.
It was also on his GI Joes, his ride-on train, and I found some leftovers on the door this evening that I hadn't caught earlier today.
I went back and forth, between anger and just sheer wonderment of my life right now. Remember, I had to be to the doctor. So in the midst of trying to get ready, I had to deal with cleanup. By the time I cleaned up the desitin in the room, cleaned off the dog (who still has Desitin in his hair on his head-- need to bathe him before we go to bed tonight) and got everything ready to go, I had to leave the house with a wet head of hair.
Yet another reason why I am learning to breathe deeply.
