Death By Sprinkles

There are days I used to feel slightly guilty for being able to stay at home with the boys. The house is clean, the kids are playing independently and I am watching a soap opera and playing on the computer. Or reading.

Those days are few and far between and I no longer feel guilty for having them. I have earned them. Whoever says or thinks that stay at home moms are not working just as hard (if not harder some days) then the spouse that works outside of the home has never gotten off the phone to find this.





Aid ran up very excited (and naked) to tell me that he had "made mud." Dread filled my stomach as I frantically tried to come up with what he could possibly have used in the kitchen to make mud. I couldn't have guessed....sprinkles. Who knew the little devils diluted so well? Both Aid and Grant were both very pleased with their little science experiment and were squealing in delight. There was "mud" everywhere. On the walls. The baseboards. The windows. The cookbooks.

As I was cleaning up the mud, Aid ran into the kitchen and proudly proclaimed that he had pooped! Again, my I stopped breathing waiting to hear him finish that sentence with "in the potty." He did not. I asked him where. "Come see mama!" It was on the carpet. So I had to leave my kitchen detail to clean up poop!!! (Be glad I did not take a picture of that for you!)

I was daydreaming while I cleaned that I was Bob and got to leave to go to work. Where at least I was not responsible for cleaning up poop or mud for one whole day.