"Mommmmmmm! Hunter pooped corn".
I run upstairs, baby in tow, and go to clean up the poop.
He also peed on the rug and I told him if he peed again, I would take toy away each time he peed on my carpets (yay for owning a steam cleaner).

I was upstairs already, so I had Owen play in his gym next to me while I answered e-mails.

"Mommmmmm! I'm thirsty."
"Ok, lemme send this and I will get you something."

In walks Hunter with a truckin each hand. "Mommy, I peed on floor".
I took a truck from him and explained he peed so this is what happens.
He started his fit.... kicking. screeching. throwing things.
I demanded he stop and he didnt. He kept throwing things... MY things. So I smacked him butt once.
Crying ensues.
I explain that that is NEVER acceptable to throw things and that someone can get hurt.
He leaves.

I try to finish that e-mail. I thought I heard the sound of the water from teh fridge but sometimes Cole gets himself water. He did after all say he was thirsty.

I got it done and bring Owey down with me. As i was going down the stairs, i heard teh scamper. I knew they did something they shouldn t have... but what???

My kitchen floor (which is wood) is now encased in water! 2 towels have been thrown down trying to clean up but its wayyy more then that. Cups on the floor and water everywhere. OMG! I see red!

Hunter screams hysterical. Cole hides under a blanket.
I ASCREAM to go upstairs to their room NOW and they oddly listen. i cleaned up teh floor and went upstairs and unplugged their TV.. They did not like this. Hunter kept being hysterical and I shut the door and told them they were punished.

I went back down to Owey but I had to vent first to get this stress off my chest.... 33 more days until school starts but who is counting....