Bad Chickie, No Biscuit!

So sorry to leave ye that readeth awaiting.... but, so is the life of a stay-at-home (yeah, like I really get to stay at home!) mom of three. Well, four if you include my wonderful 34 year old (hubby!). There has been many things that have kept me away, mainly my house. It is a complete pig-sty! I can clean something and IMMEDIATELY after I am done, it is back just like it was. I have attempted the whole FlyLady thing, but it does not seem to work either. I am sticking with it though, making sure to not let the stress of it bother me. However, when something like what happened today happens, it takes all that I have to be able to hold that stress from being taken out on everyone. Here goes a little story (complete with background):

Kaelyn is almost potty trained (she was almost there when she was 19 months old. She went every time on her own! She was great. Max was born and she regressed, right? So, now with the promise of a BIG GIRL'S SCHOOL in the fall, she is going to the potty everytime for number 2 and almost everytime (except when she is asleep) for number 1. Well, she did go number 1 in the potty that she has that doubles as a step to brush her teeth with. Well, no sooner did she get up than Max opened the door (yes, on his own!) and walks in and tries to stand on it after closing the lid and it falls over, spilling the contents all over my bathroom floor. EEEEWWWW!! I know.

Well, I spent atleast an hour scrubbing every crevice of that floor; behind the toilet, under the counters at the baseboards, EVERYWHERE! No sooner than Bryan walks into the bathroom to clean the counters, he busts the entire bottle of the LISTERINE rinse that dyes your teeth blue, ALL OVER THE FLOOR! ALL OVER! The walls were sprayed, the cabinets, his shirt was covered (as was Max's). Just an over all mess. He looks at me like a doe in headlights and does not even attempt to clean it up. So, of course, I end up having to. My back is already hurting so bad from yesterday that I could scream. Then you add on the pain of having to pick Max up and it just triples the pain. Nothing much I can do about that pain either. No time to rest it, so life must go on. I guess I just don't get that. When I was 8, I cleaned up my own messes! NO! Not him. For some reason I guess he feels that I have to deal with it. He has got a shock coming to him. I don't HAVE to do anything other than feed and clothe them. That's all I am required to do. No fun movies or trips to the Waterpark... nothing. I think if he realized that then he would be more careful than just dropping a bottle on the floor rather than sitting it.

Oh, well... thanks for the vent!