Elmo potty

For the most part, things were pretty sleepy around our house today…. a runny nose and a “time out” here and there, but nothing major. Pretty ho-hum. Around 7:30, kids were fed and bathed and mommy was dressed for yoga class ready to do the bed time routine “pass off” to daddy once he got home. No sooner did Clark close the door behind him when the only toilet in the house backed up and began to overflow. Almost in perfect tandem, Mia launched into the scream-fest of the century. Salem was happily occupied with the glow worm and didn’t hear Daddy sneak in and tend to the sewage disaster. I did what any mommy would do and began to nurse my unhappy infant all the while praying that Salem would not realize that his hero had already come through the door, but was unfortunately detained. Too late…. Daddy was discovered ankle deep in neighborhood sludge. While he unsuccessfully attempted to hold our toddler at bay, Salem threw the most epic fit to date because he could not understand why his Daddy would not pick him up and proceed with their nightly tickling ritual. Of course, I’m hearing the melt down from the next room–completely incapable of doing anything with a nursing infant attached to me. Within minutes, Salem had earned himself a one way bedtime ticket, and Clark went back to plunging, but to no avail. The toilet is hereby out of commission and wouldn’t you know, I made chili for dinner. I kid you not when I say that I was this close to using Salem’s Elmo potty. While waiting for the Roto Rooter angel to grace us, Clark tried to make a spiritual parallel with an Obe-wan Kenobi reference because he tends to do that at times like these– bless his heart. Needless to say, I wasn’t copying, and proceeded to not think twice about opening a twist top IPA with the bib that Mia was wearing. Don’t judge me…

So how was your evening?



  1. Cori moon said,

    December 9, 2010 at 4:28 am

    hilarious! You sure do have a way with words. I pictured everything to a t!

  2. Clark (husband) said,

    December 9, 2010 at 2:20 pm

    The plot thickens. I let Salina go out every Thursday for a taste of freedom and get just a break from the life being sucked out of her (pun intended). I, being a bit tired myself from the whole crazy evening, woke up with the kids and proceeded to have a Thomas the train party on Mommy and Daddy’s bed. I must admit I was trying to get a few more zzz’s, and I knew the kids would be ok. When all of a sudden, I jumped out of half-sleep to the truly scary sound of, “Elmo is so proud of you, Elmo is so proud of you, Elmo is….” You get the idea. The Elmo potty, that had been thrown into the bathtub to be disinfected, had short-circuited and was on infinite repeat. I’m through trying to get any more rest this week. Daddy is awake.

    • ladylullabuy said,

      December 9, 2010 at 2:56 pm

      BAHAHAHHHAHAAA! I am cracking up here. And that is why I love you!!!!!!

  3. Stephanie said,

    December 10, 2010 at 3:04 am

    Sounds like you guys are due for another date night!

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