Hannah doesn't get written about very much on this blog. Stupidity seems to avoid her for the most part and I think that's because a) she's just lucky, or b) she wisely sees the opportunity to avoid stupidity and makes better choices. The correct answer is almost certainly b, but if we go with that answer what does it say about the three-ring circus of stupidity that seems to follow in my wake?
Hannah was getting ready for school yesterday morning. They have to go in an hour early on Thursdays for choral ensemble, and I let them sleep as late as possible. As a result, everyone was bumbling about with a sense of urgency frantic desperation. In a supreme effort to multi-task Hannah was gathering her things and moving towards the door. As she entered the bathroom to grab a Kleenex she was carrying her backpack, shoes, socks, lunchbox, homework folder, and a permission slip.
Apparently, she set the socks on the tank of the toilet, and the next thing I heard from her was:
Hannah: "Um, mom? We have a problem."
Me: I leveled a cautious glance at Hannah and waited.
Hannah: "Mom?" At this point I just want her to not say mom again.
Me: " Yes, Hannah?"
Hannah: "Mom, (Enough!) it seems like one of my socks jumped off the back of the toilet and landed, um, you know, in the toilet."
Me: After casually walking over to ascertain that, yes, there is a sock in the toilet, "Well, just make sure that other sock doesn't get any crazy ideas and jump, too. Daddy will be home tomorrow. Nobody go potty in there, okay?"
I think the sock in the toilet might be a metaphor for the day I had yesterday. Just a thought.
Friday, February 6, 2009
There's a sock in my toilet!
Posted by Kathy B! at 7:06 AM
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Oh dear. Look at the bright side...at least she didn't flush!! Next week will be a better week!
And I am so glad that I am not the only one who has days where the mere words "hey Mom" are like nails on a chalk board.
I love the "Daddy will be home tomorrow" part:)
VERY good thing she didn't flush! Then you'd have a clogged pipe to deal with and a sock to pull out... My kids would've flushed to try and hide the evidence and then lied about what happened.
I'm with Debbie: the best part is the "wait for Daddy." The poor dads. They always get the toilet disasters.
I'd concur on the "Daddy will be home tomorrow" but I'd SO be the person stumbling in there at 3am who doesn't quite recall the sock's presence until 5...seconds...too....late...
Yummy sock soup! Yes, do look at the bright side. She didn't flush it. Isn't it nice to know that she learns not to do stupid things? Kids do have to be kids once in a while. LOL
Remind me to tell you the story of the time Prince Monkey Butt washed his hair....
LOL!!!
I sure hope you have two bathrooms!
If I was paid a dollar for every time I heard the sound Plop followed by the word "OOPs",I'd be a rich Mom. Funny, in my house it's the dryer that steals the other sock.
Keep smiling, next week is almost here.
You do know if it's not used, it's fresh water, right? And if it's not fresh, you could use a hanger to fish it out. I know if my lucky if the sock isn't fished out, it would clogg a pipe somewhere. :-)
Yes, I know that the toilet water is clean... but it doesn't mean I wanna staick my hand in there either... :)
I didn't leave the sock for DH, either. Just threatened! The methodology for removing foreign objects from the toilet in the world according to me is to insert your hand into a Target bag, grab offending object, and pull object through the bag so that the bag is now inside out but the yucky sock is trapped inside. Then you just knot the bag and toss it.... Once it goes into the potty it doesn't get a second chance!
Ooh, good idea with the Target bag!
"jumped in" eh? Kid sounds like she's kin to me. Did you know the Spanish language phrases lots of things like that, once I learned that I realized I needed to learn that language! Ha!
I would have just reached in (with revulsion) and pulled it out. I force myself to remember (and try to instill in the kids) that there's nothing you can get on your hands that soap can't get off.
I like your Target bag idea. On second thought, I might have fished it out with the hanger.
This has happened TOO MANY TIMES to count. Keeping the toilet lid closed is a pet peeve and a priority in this house.
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