More from the outdoor plumbing files.
Brendan is sick. Again. For the third time in 4 weeks. I seriously thought with all the bugs Gabrielle brings home that we’d skip the whole first year of school non-stop illness thing. Thought wrong!
So anyways, we are medicating him at night, which quiets his cough and makes him fall asleep without getting up to go potty(yeah right) 20x before 8pm. He is a heavy sleeper when he does fall asleep, and so he is usually kind of out of it when we get him up for the 10pm potty trip. We hit a new low this week.
I got Brendan up to go potty Monday night, and as he starts to go, I realize I don’t hear water splashing. I look down and see a puddle forming. ON HIS FEET. OMG!! I tell him “Brendan stop, you are peeing on your feet!!!!” He stops, looks down at the floor, and says “Oh. Yeah.” and starts going again. Jiminy Christmas! I finally had to stop him and aim the darn thing for him.
As much as I have threatened to do the very same for my husband if he doesn’t improve his own aim, I swear I never in a million years thought I’d have to actually do it.