This morning I took a deep breath, and perched my ears as I inched towards the bathroom with my towel and clothes in hand, just waiting to be called by one of the 3 monsters. Luckily, all I heard was the gentle playing of my two daughters in the living room. I took one last deep breath and jumped into the shower. Although it was a very quick shower, when I climbed out, surprisingly, I didn’t hear any screams or any arguing. However as I walked out of the bathroom, I was greeted by my son.
[quote]Dad, you HAVE to come see this![/quote]
Instantly a lump started forming in my throat, as he walked me into the kitchen.
This is what I found waiting on me:
I know I should have instantly jumped in to start the massive clean-up that was before me, but since the situation couldn’t get much worse, I grabbed my phone to take a few pictures. The funniest part was when the girls tried to stand up and slipped and slid all over the place. However I finally managed to get the girls cleaned up and was able to tackle cleaning up an entire bottle of dish washing liquid that had been poured all over the kitchen floor.
This was definitely not one of my proudest moments, and my conclusion from all of this was simple; that I will never be able to take a shower alone ever again.