Greg has always mumbled during kitchen clean up that I must have some kind of secret contest going on with myself to use as many pots, pans, dishes, and utensils while cooking as humanly possible.  As I was putting away the clean dishes from dinner, I wondered, what IS he TALKING about?

In funnier news, Sara has been having a rash of pee-pee accidents lately.  Very busy mind, no time to pee, must keep playing kind of accidents.  That’s not the funny part.  That’s the break down and cry on the phone to Lydia that I can’t take anymore part.  Last week Sara peed in the aisle of the Flower Factory because the stuffed animals mesmerized her beyond bladder control.  With Daddy who does not carry wipes or kleenex or any kind of European Carry All.  As opposed to me, who now carries wipes, kleenex, a swiffer wet jet, a mop bucket, and a small assortment of miniature Franklin Mint Collectibles.  One must be prepared for anything.

We dared to venture into the store again last night and I reminded Sara to TELL ME IF SHE NEEDS TO PEE, because My Goodness Gracious last week was embarrassing and not just a little bit gross.  Very stern-faced, Sara looked at me and said,

“I hope that pee has dried by now.  I’d hate to step in it.”

AHH!!!  ARGH!!! UGH!!!  MAKE THE CONNECTION DUCK!!!  NO ONE WANTS TO STEP IN YOUR PEE!!

Chant it with me, “Parenthood is worth it.  Parenthood is worth it.  I will not wish away these years, even if I’m covered in excrement.”