so let's just say that the craft day post is going to be another day because
i may have been taking a hot bath.
and i may have had company in that bath...making it a romantic hot bath.
and it was nice.
i was relaxed.
there may have been candles....since it was romantic.
and then suddenly from the dark side of my (locked) door i hear BANG BANG BANG!!!!
romance dead.
i wish i could say that was the first time romance has been interrupted with knocking on the door.
it's not.
it's more like the norm around here.
i get out of the hot romantic bath and get a robe and crack open my door.
you know what it's going to be don't you?
"Sorry mom...i couldn't make it to the bathroom."
vomit.
everywhere.
and as if the floor wasn't enough....this child threw up on the entire pile of clean towels.
romance is not just dead...it's now buried.
like forever.
me: "oh man!!"
child: "i don't want to look."
me: "well i don't want to clean it up either!" (just whining...not actually expecting the child to clean it..)
child" "where's dad?"
me: deer in the headlights.
blink
blink
me: "he doesn't want to clean it up either!"
child: "but he's the dad!"
i like that thinking.
there is nothing romantic about cleaning up throw up in just your robe with mascara running down your face.
and no clean towels.
nothing.
but i am not saying this actually happened....
just a hypothetical reason why i don't have a craft day post ready for you.
i may need to be doing even more laundry today.
