I hope there are mothers out there who can identify with days like this. Days I affectionately refer to as "What in tarnation?" days (and yes, that is the edited title).
It began with a small walk around the block, beautiful day, happy kids etc. It ended with Harrison having a bowel movement on the floor and before I could get there he shoved some in his mouth. He spit it out of course but oh my gosh?!
While I am cleaning him up in the bathroom, Bella takes it upon herself to try to stick a barbie in her birthday cake that we spent all afternoon trying to make.
Sandwich this with Bella locking Harry inside the bedroom door, which we don't have a key too and him screaming and knocking on the door to be let out while I try to break in through the window, which for the record, isn't a graceful sight.
Motherhood is a beautiful thing, I kept reminding myself as I was scrubbing the floor. Anyway, I could laugh or cry. I personally thought it was pretty hilarious.
