Monday, April 19, 2010


It's 8:53 AM on a Monday morning.

My husband just left to take our oldest to school, thirty minutes late.

That's because, between 7 AM and now,

our four year old wet our bed and me,

the cat had explosive diarrhea on the living room wall,

and our oldest dropped a jar of pickle juice all over the kitchen.

So, I am sitting here in a camo t-shirt of my husband's and satiny pajama pants with a hole in the crotch, because it was the first thing I could find when I got peed on this morning.

Motherhood is a lot of things, but it isn't glamorous.

So, now I am regrouping and making a plan (since going back to bed and starting this day over isn't an option).

First, get out of this baggy shirt and worn pajamas. Those aren't doing anything positive for morale.

Second, I am going to bring order to this chaos by doing a series of 15 minute room rescues, with the kitchen and master bedroom being priorities. When those two rooms are in order, the rest of the house seems to follow suit.

Third, while implementing stages one and two, I will be looking for joy in it all.

Happy Monday to you!


  1. hey.. remember what i said about those covered litter boxes?

  2. i shouldn't be laughing, but I am. :) Love you...hope your day has gotten rosier! (b/c as one who has a sensitive sniffer, i can't fathom how you dealt with the scents of pee, diarrhea and pickle juice...dry-heave!!!)

  3. I love this. I'm laughing, but I totally feel for you. I hope your day got better!

  4. I found your blog via LobotoME, and I'm so glad I did. *Love* your blog! I especially loved your "I Choose Joy" post -- it speaks volumes.

    I hope your Tuesday is off to a better start than your Monday! : )

  5. Oh Laurel.... I so feel your pain.

  6. Happy Belated Monday! :)

  7. Anonymous8:32 PM

    Laurel, I've never posted on your blog before, but I feel like you're my for real friend. I actually kind of wish you were my for real friend. I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes reading this description of hilarity, not tears of laughter but tears of thankfulness to read something honest and real. Thank you for sharing your life with strangers, and blessing them more than you know.