My new saying...

should be, "Did I sign up for this?" As my kids get older I ask that question more and more.

I sent Jory to take a shower while I finished cleaning the kitchen. As I was cleaning, I heard Jory shout out- -

“Mommy! Come here! Come look! I didn’t make it to the toilet,” he exclaimed.

I walked out of the kitchen, through the family room, into the hallway, where it hit me. There on the floor was Jory’s red dessert. I followed the red dessert down the hallway into the bathroom, on the rug, side of the toilet, and finally in the toilet. Yes, my son tried to make it to the toilet but didn’t quite succeed. But why was he shouting with excitement? Was it fun to see your vomit on the floor? Six-year-old boys can be quite the interesting creatures.

I took it all in and decided to start at the toilet and work my out to the hallway. I got my rag, got on my knees ready to work until- -

“Mommy! Come here!” Jory shouted again.

Oh joy. I took wide steps over his vomit, told the girls to stay in the living room, and continued my walk to the shouting voice. As I was about to step into the bathroom, there it was on the threshold of the entryway into the bathroom. More red dessert. Did I sign up for this?

I started the shower for Jory and got him in and bathing, while I went to tackle the other bathroom and hallway first. Why didn’t anyone inform me about these joys of motherhood? Why must mothers lie and withhold the truth from the newbie moms?