Elmo potty

Dec 09

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For the most part, things were pretty sleepy around our house today…. a runny nose and a “time out” here and there, but nothing major. Pretty ho-hum. Around 7:30, kids were fed and bathed and mommy was dressed for yoga class ready to do the bed time routine “pass off” to daddy once he got home. No sooner did Clark close the door behind him when the only toilet in the house backed up and began to overflow. Almost in perfect tandem, Mia launched into the scream-fest of the century. Salem was happily occupied with the glow worm and didn’t hear Daddy sneak in and tend to the sewage disaster. I did what any mommy would do and began to nurse my unhappy infant all the while praying that Salem would not realize that his hero had already come through the door, but was unfortunately detained. Too late…. Daddy was discovered ankle deep in neighborhood sludge. While he unsuccessfully attempted to hold our toddler at bay, Salem threw the most epic fit to date because he could not understand why his Daddy would not pick him up and proceed with their nightly tickling ritual. Of course, I’m hearing the melt down from the next room–completely incapable of doing anything with a nursing infant attached to me. Within minutes, Salem had earned himself a one way bedtime ticket, and Clark went back to plunging, but to no avail. The toilet is hereby out of commission and wouldn’t you know, I made chili for dinner. I kid you not when I say that I was this close to using Salem’s Elmo potty. While waiting for the Roto Rooter angel to grace us, Clark tried to make a spiritual parallel with an Obe-wan Kenobi reference because he tends to do that at times like these– bless his heart. Needless to say, I wasn’t copying, and proceeded to not think twice about opening a twist top IPA with the bib that Mia was wearing. Don’t judge me…

So how was your evening?