On Tuesday evening, we planned on coming home, eating some delectable ham n brie panini sandwiches, giving the dude a bath and haircut, all while gearing up for the premier of our television weak spot, LOST. It was gonna be a great night. In theory.
Instead, this is what happened.....
I picked up the dude, who had gone accident free ALL DAY! Yeah dude! Many dances and cheers took place on the car ride home. The high point of the night. Within 10 minutes of arriving home, I discovered liquid. First was the newly forming pond in the corner of our basement. More like a marsh - a marsh that smelled like a hamster cage. While I crawled around the basement, looking for evidence of perhaps a ginormous cup of water that spilled (wishful thinking), I hear this from the kitchen, "Mommy, I peeing in pants!" Exit the marsh and enter clean up pee mode. We ran upstairs, stripped off all clothes and put on a fresh pair of elmo roos. Back downstairs to investigate the marsh.
Instead, this is what happened.....
I picked up the dude, who had gone accident free ALL DAY! Yeah dude! Many dances and cheers took place on the car ride home. The high point of the night. Within 10 minutes of arriving home, I discovered liquid. First was the newly forming pond in the corner of our basement. More like a marsh - a marsh that smelled like a hamster cage. While I crawled around the basement, looking for evidence of perhaps a ginormous cup of water that spilled (wishful thinking), I hear this from the kitchen, "Mommy, I peeing in pants!" Exit the marsh and enter clean up pee mode. We ran upstairs, stripped off all clothes and put on a fresh pair of elmo roos. Back downstairs to investigate the marsh.
10 minutes later...Tim is home and is observing the basement with the same look of shock and fear that I had. Dude runs by, yelling something about poop in his pants. Awesome. Momma's patience had started to dissipate at that point. Poor dude.
It's now Thursday...as I type this, the carpet man is laying new padding and nailing down the dried out carpet. He detects water in the wall, but not worth ripping out the drywall. THANK YOU Mr. Carpet man. Last night, we were blessed with the presence of Don, the plumber. For 5 hours, dude got to hang with Don. They became best friends. Don had tools. Loud tools. And that made the Dude giggle with glee. We had to draw pictures of Don, invite Don to have an M&M party with us, shared our dinner with Don, sang songs for Don....it was a good night for the dude. And for our plumbing. The marsh is dried up and all is well with our humble abode.
Dude and Don, the plumber.
Dude asked daddy to draw Don the plumber. This was the end product. Mommy & Daddy are at the table, eating. Dude is helping Don. Don has a hammer, drill, a tool box, a light, a cup of juice and a map. Just like Dora.
For you viewing enjoyment:)
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