There’s a special place in heaven for the mama’s of boys.
I am completely convinced of this.
After weekend of exceptional peskiness, I was so happy to put the kids to bed last night at 8 and go to bed a little early myself…
until I was woken up a little after 11 to a rather funny sound.
Remember the bucket I was so excited about last week?
Well, I left it just outside the shower about half full of water. It was raining when I showered last night and I was going to wait until morning to dump it on the garden.
But someone beat me to it.
I turned on the light, and there was the boy…ahem….um…shall we say watering?…the bucket.
Not exactly what I had in mind when I bought that bucket.
We’ve known for a while that he sleepwalks on occasion, but this was new.
I mean, it’s not like he’s the first boy in my family to find creative bathrooms in the middle of the night….
closets, tubs, Lego boxes…
I should probably do a bit more looking.