Gunnar is busy perfecting the art of procrastinating upstairs. I can't even begin to count the number of times I have yelled up the stairs at the 3 older ones since they went up at 9:15...it's 9:49. Gunnar has come down to "pee" twice, tripped while "laying in bed" twice, and bit his tongue while "snoring."
As I was coming up with something witty to write about today, I heard a thud. So naturally, I assumed that someone was upstairs screwing around or jumping on the bed, I didn't even get up, I just shouted.
"Get in bed, close you ey...."
"I'm ok"
"What Happened"
"I went pee in your room."
"Well get in bed"
"I Can't"
"Why the bloody H not?!"
"I slipped in my pee, I missed the potty."
Face Palm.
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