It’s been a stressful few days. That might be the biggest understatement I’ve made on this blog.
So last night, I went out with two old friends, just us girls. It was much-needed. That’s the second biggest understatement I’ve made on this blog.
Anyway, I left ONE and TWO with Husband. I was gone for approximately one hour before the following took place:
1. The baby started screaming and continued to scream uncontrollably.
2. The three-year-old locked himself in my parent’s bedroom. And pooped. Twice.
3. My husband called his mother to come over and help him.
When I learned of this, my reply was that it sounded like any other Tuesday evening. Well, except that he had the luxury of calling his mother for help.
Wimp.
Modern Mommy Madness 