3 Strikes You're Out

In the last 24 hours my cute, cuddly, amazing children have tried and tested my patience. Surprising myself I handled each situation with ease, and a general "go-with-the-flow" attitude. (that's a rarity)

1. Isn't it wonderful when you offer up your bed to let your child take a much needed snooze. Then they in turn help you get your sheets in the wash a few days earlier then necessary. Oh and who doesn't want to make a spontaneous scrub down of their mattress too?

2. I really enjoyed walking around the hospital and doctors office with one of my children with a highly noticeable wet pants. It was more then pleasant to shrug off the 25 different old ladies dying to point out the circumstances to me. (as if I hadn't noticed) Why what mom doesn't love getting a jump start on the laundry? It's OK to wash tennis shoes in the laundry machine, right?

3. Neither situation could deter me from finding the sweet joy my children bring to me. So I captured one in my arms and gave them a big hug. Then proceeded to tell them "I loved them". Then I found another lovely surprise. Them hem of their dress up clothes was wet. As I put my detective skills into use I then smelled. Ew. It's definitely pee. But the underwear was dry. Mmmm..."Did you go potty?" "Did your dress fall in while you were going potty?" Triumph! Another case solved! I'm sure I can find something else that needs to be cleaned to make it a full load, since I just finished all of the previous soiled clothes.

So now my back hurts, I'm eating chips and onion dip, ignoring Ben's whines from his bed and...thankful I've kept up my sanity this long. Daddy's home in 3 hours. Wish me luck!

Now for fun try to guess which kid was the culprit for each strike!

Is it #1 Sydney Lauren

(turns 5 in 6 days and has an excuse for everything)

Or is it #2 Emma Jean

(don't let those dimples fool ya)

Or #3 Benjamin Lee

(the diaper king, he's got tricks up his sleeves that you can't even imagine)