Bedtime Blues

Last night before bed, Brennan had an accident. As I cleaned up the urine soaking Griffin's rug, Griffin found a nearly full bottle of softsoap in the boys' bathroom and dumped the entire thing on the floor. I found the boys skating on the slippery mess a few minutes later.

After many "what are you thinkings?" all the way around, I cleaned up the soap and threw a towel down on the floor. Brennan walked into the bathroom, looked me square in the eye, squatted on the towel and said to me, "Now you're going to have to clean this up too." He them promptly peed on the floor.

Have I mentioned I hate the age of three? Yes, several times, right? 'Cause I do.

It took every ounce of mommy willpower for me not to lose my shit right then and there. I went to my happy place, conjured up a calm from some reserves I didn't even know I had, and put Brennan immediately to bed without snack, books or cuddles. He screamed for a good fifteen minutes at full volume.

It was quite a relaxing Sunday evening.

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I get obsessive about enjoying the outdoors in summer. If it is sunny and warm, we must be out and about soaking up every last bit of it. We have hit the pool for three days in a row, sometimes twice a day. We will go again today. Last night, I told Chris I am actually hoping we get a nice day of rain to have the excuse of a lazy day. So far, no luck - just sun, sun and more sun. How can I complain?