Today was the tipping point, the universe is sending messages that I really need to share this stuff… Wish I could make it up, but the three-year-old is doing that for me.

To be fair, my ‘morning’ started somewhere between 11:30pm and 12:00am… Remi, (aforementioned three year old) knocked on my door, which I’ve been locking as he’s now taken to getting out of bed and coming into my room. I was good until I heard “Mimi I need help” – then I gave in… I opened up the door and we went to the potty and I got him back in bed. Unbeknownst to me, he got up at 12:30am and went to Mommy’s room… At 3am he came in to snuggle with me – I had forgotten to lock the door after the first visit, again we got him settled back into bed, i remembered to lock the door and thought we’d have a ‘great sleep’. Which, honestly, is all we want…

I opened my eyes around 6:00 ish to hear something going on but checked the phone and had no messages that Chelsea had gone to work out, so I thought things were good… About 3 minutes later I bolted out of bed as I heard water running into the tub, lights and fan were on, and the sound of water when you’re dozing is never good… I noticed that the door to the infant’s room was wide open but she didn’t appear to be awake – how unusual… At the exact same time I realized I didn’t have my glasses on, my nose was assaulted by a strong puke/cheese smell.

As I cursed to myself, trying not to gag, I got my glasses, only to have the following scene come into focus: Water running into the tub, Remi (with poopy butt) naked in the tub, the brand new parmesan container open on the closed toilet, parmesan ‘sprinkled’ on the rug next to the tub, and Remi exclaiming that he’s ‘going to take a bath’…

Once panic subsided, I checked on the baby to find that she (and mom) had gone to work out… (I later reminded youngest daughter to text me when that happens… ) With the water temperature corrected, parmesan put away… I then proceeded to wash the child and attempt to get him dressed. Chelsea and I have commented lately on the value of 3-year-old energy and that if we could bottle/sell it, we’d be sitting pretty on some beach… (WAIT – we do live at the beach! tee hee hee). I tempted him with a banana muffin and blueberries – got him settled and began the task of guiding the 7 year old to move…

Suffice to say, Mimi’s patience was running a little thin this morning and we came very close to time outs… Somehow Remi pulled it together in time. Mom made it home, Mimi got dressed, scooped up Remi, hugs and kisses to Mom, however, Remi refused to say good bye to Cam… We successfully avoided several puddles on the way to the car (much to his disappointment) to only have him remember that he didn’t give Cam a hug and kiss which he realized as Mimi is pulling out of the driveway… (Remember patience is still thin, so I kept driving.) This lead to a full blown tantrum that continued to daycare.

I have NO IDEA how childcare givers do their job… they are angels in human clothing. I felt like the worst Mimi on earth, and the look on the lady’s face that held the door for me, said it all…

I’m human, he’s human, we’ll be okay… and yes, thank you for the lessons, Remi, I love that little bugger. *** Now to clean the bathroom, and maybe a nap? ***