St. Blaise Day Disasters

As promised, here is a retelling of today's disasters. By the way, it's St. Blaise Day. I am not Catholic, but I know this because it was pointed out to me since Julius had surgery on his throat yesterday. And it has absolutely nothing to do with anything I'm about to say.

Fortunately, there were few disasters, but what they lacked in quantity they more than made up for in quality.

1) There was a pee incident with the Toddler's blanket which had to be put into the washer. This sent him into a complete meltdown due to the fact that he must never be separated from the blanket. I considered putting him into the washer also, but was vetoed by Rob.

2) Julius choked on a piece of beef jerky and when he coughed it out it landed in a big wet mass on the floor and before I could get over there to him he picked it up and ate it. I had to go lay down for a minute after that.

3) Later, Julius was on a time out for some heinous crime (can't even remember what now) but he kept managing to find something to play with in the timeout OR his brother kept going over to play with him. So, I told him to go into the bathroom and shut the door and stay in there until the timeout was over. About two minutes went by and I heard him scream, "IT'S AN EMERGENCY! AN EMERGENCY!" so Rob goes running in and when he flings the door open we see that the walls, the counter, the sink, everything on the sink and the whole bathroom mirror are covered in some kind of blue sticky liquid. Apparently he had taken his bottle of "plaque detector" and slammed it down on the counter to try to smash an ant that had gotten into the house and when he did it exploded. Everywhere. We mopped up blue stuff for 15 minutes.

4) While we were mopping up blue stuff in the bathroom, Tristan was rubbing his whole body with a stick of deoderant. He thought it was really funny, too.

5) Tristan ate my soup. Julius ate my ham. So, I had seconds, which was really firsts. If you don't understand that, it's okay. Most days I don't.