Mayhem at the Milnes': Always Make Sure to Pack a Change of Clothes...

I woke up this morning and said to myself that today's goal was to be a great mom to my little man. I wanted to start this first Monday of the year off right. I would rather be posting on our eventful, snow-filled Christmas, but I think as a reader of our blog, you may enjoy this little story more. So instead, Christmas pictures will follow including Joshua's first sledding experience (he loved it!)...no stories from the season though....just a toddler story.

We really did have a good start to our day and headed to Lifetime Gym later in the morning. He did a great job in day care while I worked out, enjoyed his leisurely lunch in the cafe, and then took a nice dip in the pool. Thought all of this would qualify me as a pretty fun mom. That's when it happened...

We went in to change our clothes and I decided to hit up the "family size" changing room. We usually just go in the smaller rooms but this one has a changing table, shower, and bathroom so thought I would multi-task. Should have gone our usual route. My frustration began with our common fight of trying to open the door to streak through the locker room. Then it headed into me fighting him playing with the toilet seat. Yuck. I had just finished giving my "Mommy" best discipline voice that went along the lines of, "Do NOT touch that again or we will not EVER be going swimming again" (not really but kind of) and then I turned to get dressed myself. In the background, I hear a shower turn on and the most evil toddler cackle. Yep, he was in the shower, fully clothed, soaking wet, and I had no extra clothes for him beyond his wet swim trunks and a coat on this frigid, high of 11 degrees day. Yep, my goal for being #1 mom today was not happening. Leaving his wet pants, shoes, and socks on, and taking off his shirt and putting on his coat and hat, I thought we would just have to make a run for the car. Following the saying, "It is what it is." Started packing up the bag as quickly as possible (so over this day!) and the clinking of tin sounds, with the evil cackle. Yep, this time he had grabbed the feminine hygiene bag from the bin and was dumping it into the toilet. EWWWW! What is it with our son and the bathroom stories??? One could not wash hands and disinfect enough after such an experience but I sure tried. We almost just hopped in the shower. After I almost vomited of course. Currently, he is taking a nap and I am replanning my strateies for Mom of the Year in ways that do not involve coming near any bathrooms.

Grandpa Cal, Grandma Katy, and Joshua before they head to Iowa for the Holidays