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 think.

I hope.

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.