I love my son. I love my son. I love my son.
This has become my mantra over the last few weeks. B-Man is driving me batty! For instance: This afternoon as I was in the restroom ... doing restroom things. I come out to find that B-Man has opened a can of protein powder - a FULL can of protein powder and has spread it EVERYWHERE. A fine coating covers everything in the pantry, B-Man head to toe, the floor trailing over to the stove, on some of the cupboards... I about lost it. I didn't know if I wanted to cry or shout. He spent the next hour in his room, screaming his head off because I wouldn't let him come out till I was finished cleaning it up. In the process of cleaning it up - the bag leaked, the handle on the vacuum broke off, and the brooms wouldn't adequately sweep up the powder. I ended up on my hands and needs, wet cloth in hand, wiping down all the surfaces in my kitchen. I was going to take a picture of it ... but figured that wouldn't exactly bring about funny memories later either.
I love my son, I love my son, I love my son.