Today I started out the day rescuing my neck from a tick. Apparently there is a whole tick habitat out back. This is a teeny bit disconcerting given the amount of kids in my backyard each day.
I followed up that bit of fun with fishing a giant wad of toilet paper from my toilet. WITH MY HANDS. I didn't know what else to do. In the moment I stood looking at the toilet, listening to a little girl apologize profusely for using too much paper (she was having a little anxiety about wiping enough-think we covered it...) I tried to fish it out with the toilet brush. Nothing doing. As I looked at it some more I went through various items in my head-tongs, spatula, handle end of the plunger. For sure if I used a kitchen utensil it was going in the trash. If I used the handle end of the plunger I would have to hold it near the toilet end of the plunger. I couldn't do it. At the last minute, I just lost my head. I stuck my hand in, put the wad in a plastic grocery sack and threw it away. And washed my hands for an hour. To my credit, I just did not have time to really think it through. It just had to get done.
These events pretty much set the tone for the day. I had kids falling down left and right. Siblings punching each other, and a lovely mixture of black beans and play-doh coating my floor by the end of the day. This is not a bad day. This is a normal day.
Try not to be jealous.