Hubs left yesterday for a 5-day business trip. This usually means that weird(er) stuff (than normal) is going to happen here in his absence.
This morning between the hours of 9 and 10, I’ve cleaned up a tinkle-soaked preschooler whose diaper came off inside her footie PJs, the aforementioned PJs, a poo in the tub from the now-clean kid, a tinkle-soaked rug (thanks to our new dog), and some chicken juice stalagmites.
The back of our fridge gets really cold, so as the nasty chicken juice dripped down from the shelf above the pizza box, it formed these lovely lumps. Thankfully, it missed the pizza box, but I had to dismantle the bottom shelf to get all of the disease-juice cleaned up.
While I was doing this, Kid #4 was sitting at the kitchen table watching Ruby boss Max around and eating a snack.
Yes, she took a bite out of each cookie.
And Hubs hasn’t even been gone 24 hours yet.