I couldn’t type this out last night. I was too beside myself to formulate words. Let me start with a little supporting information…
I have a very sensitive nose…to the point where…I can smell your thoughts! I have been this way all my life, but it got even more heightened when I got pregnant. There were things I loved that had to go because it was no longer working for my nose. The hubby’s deodorant, cologne, McD’s french fries…these were all on the chopping block. I have never been the same since.
Fast forward to yesterday. I set out to clean my house. I have been working so much that I have given the rest of what I had left to my family. This house was falling by the wayside and I was going to attempt to bring it back to life. As much as I knew it was going to be a challenge, I ventured into Thing 2’s room. I knew she took after her father and just places items under her bed or in her closet to avoid putting them away. So, I set out to fix that. I started over by her window-wall next to her bed. I figured I’d work corner to corner. I stooped down and caught a whiff of one of the two most despised smells of any parent…PEE! #WaitWHAT???
I have been yelling this child’s name all day. She also gets into her fair share of trouble. She knew, by the way I yelled her name, she done did it AGAIN! I asked her, why do I smell pee over here? Now, pause for a moment. The answer I expected was the infamous, I don’t know! I even thought she may direct me to some old drawz she hid from a day she didn’t quite make it. #NOPE! What I got…what I heard…was far worse.
In her lowest voice possible (because she operates at 150 all day)…I peed over there. Wait…WHATTTTT?????!!!!!! #MindBlown I had so many questions. Then, those questions turned into my child losing all privileges…ALL OF THEM (make sure you clap once between each of those last 3 words so you get the full effect)! Of course, at this point, she starts to cry. Now, I am a softy for crying because I hate to see my children’s spirits broken, but this warranted a stand firm and let it happen. I left the room and told her she can take the time she needed to think about what she did and collect herself. I think had I not called her out of her room sometime later she would have stayed in there.
So, why did she do it, you ask. She said the bathrooms upstairs were occupied before her shower. Now, why she didn’t go downstairs instead is beyond me. She also said she had taken her clothes off already since it was shower time. She decided the corner of her room was the next best thing. #ThisWillNeverMakeSense #MakeItMakeSense #Please This story can only be confirmed when I do laundry. Because when I make it through those hampers, if I find pee fueled clothes, I am going H.A.M. again. That means she lied and I cannot trust the story, which, if I am being honest with myself, I don’t trust it anyway. You know the corner of your room is NOT where we deposit pee. The more likely explanation, she was playing and didn’t want to stop and the stream started and she could not stop it. This was her typical pattern in all previous accidents.
For now, nothing I can do, but blog here and pray. The only solace I have is knowing that I will share this story with her future husband! He needs to know these kid shenanigans only turn into adult ones! #FutureNotKawandraProblems
#WOOOOOOOOSAAAAAAAAAAA
