OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH there is nothing more satisfying to wake up to hearing one of your kids yelling from their bedroom, "Mommy Kierra pooped on the carpet!"
*SIGH* - I thought we put this all behind us.
It has taken us exactly 4 1/2 years to poty-train Kierra. Four and a half LONG years. I finally got her going poop on the potty - well I thought I had. By the time I was in the room, she was sitting on her bathroom toilet, and I spied two friendly lumps on the carpet between the twins' beds. The worse part is if she hadn't tried to clean it up, it would have been a simple pick and flush. But NOOOOOO she tried to clean it, which meant she mashed it into the carpet. Did I mention I had just steamed cleaned those carpets last Friday?
Of course, just woken up, I wasn't the least bit impressed. Plus she had used about half a roll of toilet paper to wipe herself. Because you know, a bum smaller than a nerf ball needs that much tissue. Not even thinking, I flush the toilet - WHICH decides to overflow onto the tiled floor. Blue water everywhere (we have those blue pucks in the tank). I'm throwing towels on the floor to keep it from moving towards the carpet. I'm ready for a stiff drink and it's not even 8:00 am.
So now my morning consists of re-cleaning the carpet, sanitizing the floor in the bathroom, and washing a load of toilet water towels. Plus Kierra knows the deal: accident on the floor = no t.v. for the day. So she screamed at me for 40 minutes.
Can I just go back to bed please?