Sigh.
Situation #1 -- A Flood in the Bathroom
Let's start with the major event: our sewer backed up. Yes. Backed up. In. My. HOUSE!
A friend of mine asked, "How do you know when your sewer backs up?". Trust me -- you can't miss it, and a curious two year old won't miss the drama either. "The toilet is broken" became quite the popular phrase around here.
So, whose fault was it? Our lovely city of Houston, and it's electric maintenance company, cut the sewer line when installing the electrical cables. Of course, they "tried" to fix it, but it was done so poorly that tree roots were able to get into the pipe and grow. And grow. And grow. And grow.
Bottom line? I had a VERY good excuse to open my Christmas present a month and a half early. By the way, dear Hubby, thank you SO MUCH for the Shark Steam Mop. It is AWESOME. (and thanks for agreeing that this situation mandated the use of the mop!)
Fortunately, Hubby and my Father-in-law were able to fix the problem . . . and they fixed it for about $1650 LESS than the $1700 quoted by the plumber. Yeah. Those boys rock!
Situation #2 and #3 -- The Little Lady Experiments (twice)
I've learned an important lesson this week. No matter how high out of reach you place items, a two-year-old will find a way to get those items.
Especially if those items are mascara, Bare Minerals powder, toothpaste, and hemorrhoid cream.
The first time she decided to play, we were minutes -- mere minutes -- from heading out the door to church. I left her waiting in my room as I went to find her shoes. BIG mistake.
I returned to find my bedroom door shut . . . and LOCKED. That's right, the little twerp had locked a door for the first time. A door to which there is no key.
One bent bobby pin and three minutes later, Hubby and I burst into the room and were greeted with a happy, squeaky voice proclaiming, "I'm coloring my face! I'm a kitty cat!" My eyes turned toward my bed, where I found her proudly perched, water-proof mascara open in her hands, and black, smudgy lines on her nose and cheeks.
A few days later, I did something stupid: I turned my back on her while I folded laundry in Mr. Boy's room. Always the opportunist, the Little Lady sneaked off to my room and quietly, so very, very quietly, shut the door. It was a few minutes before I realized my vocal girl was quiet and no longer with me in Mr. Boy's room. I entered my bedroom, knowing she was in there because of the closed door, and found her once again on my bed.
I'm not sure why she chooses that spot, each time, for her experimentation.
THIS time, it wasn't mascara that was her media of choice. Nope. This time she'd gone big: Bare Minerals powder was all over her face and the duvet. . . toothpaste was smeared on her lips and piled on her fingers. .. and, oh yeah, she was busy spreading the hemorrhoid cream all over her legs.
And THIS time, she had no words. No declaration of what she was doing. The Little Lady knew she was in the wrong! (and also excited to learn she would be getting an impromptu mid-morning bath)
Situation #4, #5, #6, #7, #, 8, #9, #10 -- the Rest of the Week
Hmmm. Let's see. Situations 4-8 were the numerous blow-outs I had to clean up, courtesy of Mr. Boy. A melted exersaucer, thanks to a very silly Mommy, is number 9. And, "Brown Teepee" paint spilling on my shoes rounds out the top #10 of all that happened.
I. Am. EXHAUSTED.
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My 20 month old choose to finger paint with chocolate syrup and red lipstick last week. She's #3 for me you'd think I would have learned by now.....but nope. I agree things can't be high enough....
And a mention of the blow out diapers. I couldn't control my youngest blow outs. She had them ALL The time. No matter what brand of diaper I used. The worst was on dedication Sunday at church while I was wearing white pants (we didn't do the dedication that day). Anyway I switched to cloth diapers (they are WAY different than what I am sure you are thinking right now), and haven't had a problem since. They are super cute, super easy, and my newest addiction. You might want to look into it.
Sounds like you need a couple of sisters to keep Ellie corralled.
Oh. My. Word.
I hope you get a minute to yourself to RELAX. You need it!
And you haven't run away from home yet? For the sewer back up, you can get a rider to your homeowner's policy to cover that in the future if you don't already have that if you want. That happened to us in our first house. Being postpartum myself when it happened I was so thankful for the contractors and insurance company because my husband is not handy with stuff like that.
For the 2yo mischief, I wish I had some sage words of advice, but I don't. My oldest did things like that, and now my newly minted 3yo is following in his footsteps. I go pee and come back 30 seconds later to things like purple crayon on my couch. The only thing I've found to help curb incidents is to ask him to help me with things a 3yo can do. He's great at helping with laundry, and likes to clean with Pledge wipes while I watch.
Oy, that sewage line thing is the worst! I had a flood in my basement a lot of years ago and I still remember the blurping sound, and the menacing look, and the... aura, shall we say?
Yeah, been there.....last two times it was lotion and he buried his toy helicopter and a super hero figure in it. Then he decorated the door to the closet with it, like it was finger paint. Ah, good times. Good times.
At least they have imaginations, right?
Oh boy. I hope this week is better for you, mama!!! *hugs*
I completely understand the makeup situation. My darling little Diva (who will be 3yrs old in just over a month) has now officially destroyed over $200 worth of makeup and accessories that took my well over a year to find.
Sending hugs.
That sucks! (situation 1) But congrats on having handy men around! Yea! - also....I didn't know you were from Houston! My sister just moved there! Small world.
OMG on the situation 2~ lol. Sorry, but when I picture it. it's funny.
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