sure. i could always get up really early. like at 4. but i'm not doing that. because then by 3 pm, i'd be done for the day. and i can't be done for the day until around 8.
so. i learned to get ready really quickly. and i learned to relax a little.
case in point....
pratt takes showers and "makes it into a swimming pool". yes.
you read that right.
he takes a washcloth and puts it over the drain. then he lets all the hot water fill the bottom of the shower. and he jumps around in there. sometimes he squeezes all the shampoo out of the containers into his watering can (yes, it's in there) to make "honey". i don't know. other times he uses all the shaving cream to "wash" the doors.
i've given up on that mattering to me. and if you're reading this and it matters to you, then either a. you have no children or b. you are a robot.
max has just taken all his toys out of his basket. and has eaten a tag off that big bird toy you see at his foot. uh huh. yes. the other day pratt and i were crafting (i use that term loosely) and max apparently got a hold of a 2 and 3 sticky foam number. aaaaaaaaand he ate them.
how do i know?
oh no. not because i watched him do it. no. he was in my lap. facing away from me.
i know he did it because they showed up again in his diaper. actually in his diaperS. first the three. then the two.
this is my life. me getting ready while the two loves of my life destroy my bathroom. it is only at this point, that you have truly lived.
and i wouldn't have it any other way.
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Priceless.
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