it’s not about you

Or is it just Killian?

I’ve been assured that, no, having a boy is in fact different than having a girl.

Monday morning, two days after throwing my shoes in the toilet, Joshua was getting the kids dressed for the day in their room, I was still in bed, trying to pretend the day didn’t yet exist after we had been up all night with the little creature. I heard this panicked, “Oh God…oh God…oh God…” coming from Joshua in the kids’ room and I sent a panicked, “What? What? WHAT?” back.

Joshua carried Killian into the doorway of our room and said, “He got my coffee.” Joshua had set his freshly-poured, full mug of hot coffee on the desk in the kids’ room while he got them ready, I assume, what he thought was far enough out of Killian’s - er, I mean Stretch Armstrong’s - reach.

Killian had grabbed the mug, and was holding it out in front of him at an angle, spilling hot coffee all over the wood floor and the edge of the rug. Joshua was afraid he had burned himself, but praise Jesus, the only coffee he got on himself splashed up from hitting the floor onto the hem of his pajama pants.

Their room still smells like coffee, but not in a good way, and we now have a nice little stain on the rug. I knew we should have Scotchguarded that thing.

Last night, Robin kidnapped me and we went to a coffee shop in our neighborhood to double our word counts for NaNoWriMo, and apparently, while I was gone, Killian knocked some DVDs into the turtle tank. I woke up this morning to DVD cases and inserts spread out all over the main bathroom drying by dehumidifier.

(I stand corrected. Killian knocked the DVD’s into the turtle tank this morning. Until I’ve had coffee, I don’t know what the hell is even going on)

We’re so in trouble.

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