I know, I know, it’s Tuesday and not Monday anymore but I’m just a little behind (in more than one area as a matter of fact, but who’s counting)!  In usual fashion I will get to my list of things that have not been going on around here!

I am not so far behind in the laundry that I have been drying off with a hand towel and bathing with London’s baby wash cloths for a week.  No, I always stay on top of the laundry and never let it pile up!  Not me!

I did not for a second time allow my son to urinate in a bottle in the car while we were waiting for my husband to come out of a meeting.  Since I did not do this I most certainly did not get sprayed in the chin with “urination”  when my son lost control much like that of a fire hose let loose and spraying water everywhere.  I did not hold the bottle with one hand while whipping  some wipes out of London’s diaper bag to wipe my dripping chin with my other hand.  Not me!

One “tee-tee” incident is enough for one week right?  No, not for me!  The next day after a fun time at the park I took a different son to the bathroom at a restaurant.  He is a little short so I lifted him up so that he could go potty without sitting down.  That was not me who once again felt a warm shower as urine began dripping down my leg, foot and all over my flip-flop!  No, that could not be happening again!  Seriously, since when did I start bathing in tinkle?!?!  That was not me who ever so calmly wiped my leg, foot and flip-flop with a paper towel and then went back to the table to enjoy my meal.  And that was definitely not me that forgot about “the incident” when I got home and went to bed with a tee-tee leg.  Not me!  I’m a diva afterall!  (Or so I’ve been told . . .ahem KT!  )

When in the car we always listen to Children’s Praise CD’s several different radio stations which mainly play rock n roll baby!  Call us bad parents if you must but at least they’ll grow up loving “real” music.    However, we do try to filter the songs that they learn the lyrics to.  So that was not my son who began singing three times in a row  “gives you hell” in an attempt to sing the same entitled song by the All American Rejects.  I was not mortified that my Mother was in the car with us.  Not me!

I could go on but I think I’ve shared enough for you to find me utterly disgusting and a bad parent for one night!  Will leave it at that!

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