This is our bathroom yesterday morning.

I’m dumbfounded at a few things in this photo: The screw driver on top of the toilet? The foot stool bumped up against the toilet? The toilet cleaner brush (in the left hand corner of photo) which leads me to believe my son “cleaned” the toilet. Without flushing first.

His underwear in a puddle … which also means somewhere in the house I had a naked kid with potentially disgusting hands and no buffer between us and his bottom.

This is what raising him looks like on a daily basis. You can usually find me scratching my head … after I’ve washed my hands. For the 7th time in the span of ten minutes.