Ellie and I had made big plans to get up monday morning and go for a hike – or something. But when monday morning came around our whirlwind weekend was catching up to us and we were all feeling a bit lax. Ellie is great at rallying and I swear I would leave the house about half as much if it wasn’t for her so we made smaller plans and put them off for a hour or so.
Fiona really needed a bath so in the tub she went. With hair all soaped up (her least favorite thing) and ready to be rinsed it happened. Poop. Poop happens. And it was in the tub….the tub with all her toys….and her with soaped up hair needing to be rinsed. So out of the tub she came….out came the poo…out came the toys…back into the tub for a rinse under the faucet (really hated)…and back out again…with tears of wanting to be back in the tub…tears of not wanting her hair rinsed she ran naked through the house. This makes her happy so I let her go. Within minutes it happened. Pee. Pee happens. And let this be a warning to you all…when it happens on hardwood floors it’s very slippery. So down she went. More tears.
The message of the morning was apparent. We aren’t leaving the house. We have been on the go too much and need to slow it down and just play. I called and canceled the plans. Fi and I spent the next hour or so smashing crackers into the bed while I tried to get the sheets off to wash them. It felt great.