Disclaimer: this post is not about the dogs 🙂

I love having my son home for the summer, BUT…

Yesterday I was upstairs catching up on some chores when I noticed a puddle in the hallway. No, this wasn’t from the puppy and I know this because 1. she wasn’t in the house at the time (my husband took her to work because everyone there was dying to meet her)  2. she doesn’t free roam on the 2nd floor 3. she is under constant supervision so even if she was wandering on the 2nd floor I would have seen her do the deed and 4. she is practically perfect in every way and house training is going very well.

I did what any reasonable person would do and I looked up.  Sure enough, there was water dripping from the ceiling. I know from experience that the culprit was the kids’ bathroom, or what I now call Thomas’ bathroom because my daughter has moved out-of-state into her own place.

I went charging up the stairs and as I rushed into the bathroom, I splashed into about 1/2 inch of standing water. He’s been home for less than a week and this!!!! He had left the house over an hour ago and didn’t notice that his toilet was having a problem!!!

I ran downstairs, found the plunger and a load of towels and headed back up to fix the issue and clean up the mess, all the while, muttering and reminding myself that “I love my son, I love my son”.

Thomas has always known how to time an entrance, and he returned home minutes after I had gotten the situation under control and all of the water mopped up. I gave him a quick status report on his bathroom and he gave me his best blank stare and shoulder shrug and managed not to crack a smile.  I gave him my best “come on man” expression and managed not to crack a smile.

To his credit, he didn’t give me some stupid excuse or defense and simply went upstairs and grabbed the cleaning bucket.  He and I have always communicated well with each other and he has been very supportive of me over the last several months.  He knew he screwed up, we laughed about it and he took over where I left off.  Of course I had to have the last word and shouted “you’re too old for me to be cleaning up your potty messes”. I heard him chuckle as he climbed the stairs.

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P.S. This is my 100th post! Funny that this one isn’t dedicated to the dogs…