I try not to complain very often. Well, we both know I’m failing miserably at that, and fail often, but you know I’m trying, and that’s something isn’t it. And I’m deeply grateful for these children you gave me. Without them life would be an empty and desolate wasteland. They are the joy of my days.
Do you think that it’s asking to much to pray that for just one day this week I don’t have to clean up their pee? I don’t know what’s happened to them. On top of the night wetting, which one or the other has done all week long, they keep missing the toilet. Lord, only thou knowest how this is possible. They’ve been potty trained for years, they sit upon the toilet, and yet spray upon the floor. It is a deep and unsearchable mystery to me, and I’m getting rather tired of cleaning it up. I know, I just got an 11 day vacation from all things pee and poo related, except for the Baby’s diapers, which I’m not counting. See how I’ve grown? But instead of feeling more on top of things since I’ve returned, I continue to be shocked by the sheer magnitude of urine these children are capable of producing, and the creative variety of ways in which this urine seems to become my problem.
I’m just asking for one day. One whole day with my children and free of the smell of pee would be heavenly. Maybe we could even make it a weekly thing?