The plumber cometh...

Of course, it wouldn't be a weekend in this house if we didn't have some sort of plumbing emergency. According to M, this plumber had a butt crack that would make the San Andreas Fault jealous... I managed to avoid him, and didn't go near the basement until the crap was cleaned up. This week's culprit: dental floss and (again) wipes. I suppose it could be worse. They could have tried to flush Fiona down the toilet.

Getting out of hand.

This morning we solved the mystery of the strange smell that's been coming from little Francie's underwear drawer. As Francie herself suspected, one of her brothers had been peeing into it. I confronted both suspects and was told that it's easier to pee into the drawer than to use the toilet b/c using the drawer doesn't require them to flush or wash.

Nice.

Unfortunately I burst out laughing when they told me. Impossible to keep a straight face. I did want to strangle them... don't get me wrong. But the whole damn situation, the fact that every room in this house has turned into their own personal urinal is just so bloody comic.

M wasn't as amused. For a few minutes I was sure that Efram would be spending the next few nights camped out on the side of a highway. Pissing rain and all.

Finally putting pen to...

It may not be paper, but at least it's more permanent than my FB status updates. I only worry that now that I've committed to this, the kids will stop providing me with material. They'll wake up tomorrow and be... like everyone else's kids. They'll use toilets, rather than holes in the garden and the corner of the toyroom behind the TV. They'll refrain from rifling through my medicine cabinet and I'll no longer be able to walk in on them swabbing their ears with a tampon. I won't find bits of breakfast and dinner stuck under the table top... weeks later.

I kept meticulous journals from the age of 8 or 9, right up until Bennett was born (which M has been told to burn quickly should anything happen to me). I can't believe I stopped keeping track once all the interesting stuff actually began to happen.