Tired...

Today my son dumped a whole bottle of water on the carpet and played in the puddle while I was on the phone. As soon as that was cleaned up, I found that he had greased my kitchen table with butter. After that, I found the chalk art all over the counter. Once that was cleared, I found him playing with the plunger in the bathroom. Ewww! At this point, I thought I could kill him or we could get out of the house immediately. So we went for a walk and visited my friend. Sanity saved!

Moral of the story: Don't get mad, get out!