Mom Rant #4--The Bathroom Party

Josh and I stayed up late. Too late. We could not get up in the morning. But guess who was awake?

You guessed it! The kids were up bright and early. Josh and I stayed in bed. BIG. MISTAKE.

After I finally decided to wake up at about 8 o' clock, I went downstairs to make breakfast for the kids. It's Sunday, and we are going to church.

I notice immediately that there are no toys on the toy shelf. "Rafael, where did you put all the toys?"

I then turn towards the bathroom. The door is closed. Where are the kids? I open the door..........

ALL THE TOYS ARE IN THE BATHROOM. Dumped out. The kids are sitting on top of them, inside inflatable pool floating rings.

I kid you not; the toys were up to my waist, covering the toilet. Obviously, we have way too many toys.

I screamed. "OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!"

Josh runs downstairs, thinking something happened. Which, something definitely did.

He's in awe. I was making incomprehensible sounds. Stuttering. I was pacing back and forth. I was like a robot that could not compute. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know where to start.

"Why did you do this!?" I ask them.

"We wanted to have a bathroom party!" Rafi says.

I was beside myself.

We told them they needed to clean it all up. I helped them by putting the bins out and giving them the toys to sort. There was no way they would be able to clean it all by themselves. I didn't even get a picture of it.

It took us TWO HOURS.

We did not go to church that day.

Moral of the story: wake up with your kids so they don't have a bathroom party!

PS: It's funny now, and this is a great story to tell the kids when they are older!

Until next time!

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