It was late, (okay, I don’t know about you all, but in our world, 9pm is late…) like 8:30. All the boys were in bed and I was washing the last of the dinner dishes, when my shoulders slumped. My dear and precious husband noticed this when walking into the room and asked what was wrong. I replied that I had forgotten to change CT’s sheets from this afternoon’s nap accident.
Being the dear man that he is, he responded that he would change the sheets if I would get him some and I could finish dishes. Thank you Matthew. About 1/2 hour later I went to start another load of laundry and try to call it a day and I notice that there were no sheets from the toddler bed. Upon asking Matthew were they were, (and knowing full well his strong desire to excel at any kind of housework) I was informed that he didn't know where they were. Most certainly not on his bed when he went to remake it for me!
He put clean sheets on the toddler bed, on top of the peed on sheets. CT didn't mind, I had a little more laundry to do the next day, and my husband and I both had a good laugh at his expense. Now you all did too!
3 comments:
At least he offered to help - even though he missed the problem entirely. It's the thought that counts. Love the picture of CT and Gus. Reminds me of those days of potty training.
Love this story (which sounds like a likely scenario at our house as well!), and the picture, which is what we've been doing with our little man as well.
Gotta have pretty tough feet to walk in that sagebrush. Love the rustic western country view.
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