Wiping the slate clean, so to speak.

Photo from a concert we went to Sunday night in NYC. That’s a can of water btw. πŸ˜†πŸ₯³

I picked Jack up from rowing practice today after work. In the winter they workout at a gym and lift weights and use the rowing machines, etc. Not as fun as being in the water!

(Side note, Jack is in my shower singing “That’s Life” by Frank Sinatra at the top of his lungs. He’s got a great voice, and can definitely sing the low parts haha.)

Anyway, we got home and I remembered the cleaning girl had been there. (I’m allergic to dust!! Don’t judge!!) πŸ˜† She’s amazing and even makes little bows and roses on the tissue boxes and toilet paper rolls. Ahhhh. Such pampering.

me: Hey take your shoes off, the house was cleaned today and I want to keep it that way for at least a little while. Ok? I look down and notice sand on the floor already. Gah!

Jack: I know, I was home after school, remember?

(Totally forgot his dad picked him up from school earlier…I was at the office all day. And that explains the dirt eh?)

me: Oh yeah, I didn’t remember that.

Jack: I wiped my butt with a flower.

me: Sigh.



Wipe my butt

Jack: I’m done!

me: Wipe your butt and I’ll check…

Jack: I’m not wiping THAT! It’s gross!

I walk in the bathroom, Jack is on the toilet, bent over double at the waist, reading a book that’s on the floor. Ow.

me: Sit up, come on. Wipe your butt and I will check. (he uses TP and I double check with a wet wipe)

Jack: UGH gross!

me: It’s your butt. You’re in charge. Let’s go.

Jack: Wait I have to pee again.

me: (I wait a minute) Okayyy, done?

Jack: No. I said I have to pee.

me: It doesn’t take that long to pee. Come on so we can clean you up.

Jack: If I’m in charge of my butt, then I’m also in charge of my penis!

me: Sigh.