Yesterday morning, I was doing my best to sleep in. The sign was up, meaning that the wee ones would at least allow us to sleep until 7:45 – and hopefully longer. I’d been unceremoniously awakened the four previous days when I would have had a chance to sleep in, and I was really needing to catch up on my beauty sleep as I could feel my crab-o-meter slowly creeping higher.
I was peacefully slumbering, in fact I was having a wonderful dream. Then I started hearing grumblings coming from the bathroom across the hall. Mutterings about it not being where it was supposed to be and how this wasn’t working the way it was supposed to, following by grunting and groaning. My sweet dreams for the night were over.
Mister Man burst into my room and practically tackled me on the bed. Mom! Mom! Guess what I just did?
What? I murmured sleepily, almost afraid to hear the answer.
Mom, I did it! The toilet paper ran out, and I put on a new roll all by myself! He was practically bursting with pride.
Really? You changed the toilet paper roll? In the bathroom? Because it was empty? And no one told you? And you figured out how? Dude, I am so proud of you.
I think it’s my finest parenting moment ever. Ever.