K, this last week has been a hot mess.
Our master shower-head that started to drip some weeks ago has turned into a steady stream.
With the shower broken anyway, mom wanted someone to look at why the guest toilet has been wobbly ever since we bought our house.
So we called a plumber – as you should for these kinds of things.
Unfortunately, the plumber found out what plumbers seem to always find out.
Our shower faucet, water handle, and shower-head all needed replacing.
AND…we needed a new toilet.
All this to say, the five of us ended up at Home Depot looking for supplies at 8 PM on a school night.
H, you and K, were going nuts with excitement being out so late – and T was looking at us like we had lost our minds for shopping after her bedtime.
As mom and I were looking at our toilet possibilities, H and K, y’all were running back and forth hiding in between the aisles.
K, you stopped at one point and said: “I gotta go potty.“
It’s hard because you often cry “bathroom wolf,” making us take you to random public restrooms when you very rarely have to go.
For the record though: Mom told you to wait, we were almost done. I said we should take you.
Minutes later you peed in your pants… We are so sorry!
Chalk it up to tired parents, please – and we’ll just call it life experience.
It seemed like a big deal at the time, but a few days removed and I wonder why I am even writing about it.
We love you more and more everyday.
I love you.
-Dad