I got peed on.

Imagine me doing this.

Happy Friday? Try frustration overload.

I told my sister, "I'm not blogging today" for fear that I would lose my 2 readers (Hi mom and dad!) over the tirade I was about to go on. Joyful was the last thing on my mind, and undoubtedly some four letter words were creeping to the tip of my tongue.

And then, a moment of clarity. A moment where I landed back on my feet, where time froze a second. Where my crying babies hushed. Where clogged sinks drained. Where (now thawed) frozen pizzas found their way back into our freezer. Ahhh.



And then I got peed on.

Which so humbly reminded me, this is my perfection. My imperfect perfection.

I love my life, complete with my somewhat (okay I'll be honest) totally messy house, the one pig tailed now well-rested toddler saying, "I need (with her pointer finger in the air, dramatic pause)... ice cream", the somewhat cranky 5 week old sighing heavily then smiling while drifting off to sleep, and a non-plumber husband saving the day with a pipe snake. Sound like your fantasy?

Well it's mine. :)

And a huge thank you to my ever teaching blog: without you, bloggy blog, this day might have been considered (gasp) bad.