What a day.

Today didn't start off too well. Little Man decided to wake up super early this morning, before I even had a chance to take a shower. I gave him his bottle and let him play downstairs till a reasonable hour, then I went upstairs to rouse the rest of the troops so I could get ready for work today.

After I finished my shower, N decided to play with the bathroom door. I have no clue why, but she is obsessed with doors right now. It's really strange. But she doesn't pay attention to who or what might be in the way of that door opening and closing. Examples: towel over the door, toy, my hand, or her brother's head. This morning, she thought it might be a fun idea to slam the door from the inside of the bathroom and try to hold it closed. When I put a stop to this game, she let go as I was trying to open the bathroom door and A's head happened to be in the way.

Not a good scene. They both started screaming. I picked her up first and told her she couldn't do that. She smacked me, so I put her in the crib for a time out. 2 minutes later, I went back in and asked her if she was ready to come out and give hugs and kisses. She smacked me again, so I left her there for another 2 minutes.

When I went back the 2nd time she was okay and said "I want my waffle."

Waffle?

What waffle?

Then I smelled the burning and ran for the kitchen.

Man of the house had apparently put a waffle in the toaster oven for her, but clearly does not know how to operate said toaster oven. He cranked up the temp to 450 and put it in for 20 minutes. Ugh. Doesn't he know nobody wants to eat a burned waffle? Yuck.

N wanted to eat it, so I put peanut butter on it and she ate it anyway. Personally, I would have thrown it away, but she eats things off the floor so maybe she is not as discriminating as I am.

I took the kids to school and then remembered something I needed from the house. Went back home, and there was the septic guy, pumping out our septic tank. I knew this was happening today, but thought I would miss him. I was wrong.

For those of you who have never had the pleasure of smelling the odor of an open septic tank, let's just say that the only thing that could possibly smell worse is rotting flesh. I got what I needed and hightailed it out of there.

Man of the house called me at work later to report that everything went well with this task - apparently the septic guy mentioned that he thought we overused toilet paper.

Really?

FYI, septic guy...we have a 2 year old that likes to just put toilet paper in and flush for the sheer joy of it all. Not to mention that my husband doesn't like to touch poop so I'm guessing he creates the boxing glove of toilet paper when necessary. It's not me.