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Out With A Flush

What a morning! Maybe I should star in a reality show called Toddlers and Toilets. It started off as most normal mornings go. Once everyone is up and moving, I go down to the basement and run on the treadmill while Hubby and Lil Man eat their breakfast. I had just finished a 3.5 mile run when I went upstairs. I began making Hubby's lunch, and Lil Man was occupying himself with his drill.

The drill was his favorite present from Christmas. He has played with it every day since he got it. Maybe a week after Christmas, the first drill bit was lost. I don't know how it disappeared. I just know that it did. But thankfully the drill came with two. And every day at the end of the day, we try our best to locate said drill bit so that this one doesn't disappear also.

We had somewhere to be, and I had less than an hour to get cleaned up and changed so we could get out the door into this frigid arctic air. I ate breakfast standing up while I made Hubby's lunch. Hubby got Lil Man dressed while I made lunch and cleaned up the kitchen.

And then the incident happened. Really, it wasn't that big of a deal, but at the moment it was enough to upset my apple cart. I was in the bathroom, brushing my hair when I heard the plop and saw him reach for the handle. It was like time stood still. I couldn't move fast enough. I screamed "Nooooo!" as I lunged for the toilet. I grabbed the drill as he flushed. Unfortunately, it seems as though the drill bit went out with the flush as did my patience. I grabbed a screwdriver, and like a slightly irrational person, got the battery cover off and drained as much of the water as I could out of the drill.

And in that instant, my morning fell apart. I think he flushed my patience out with the drill bit because I had reached my limited. Thankfully, Hubby was still home and was able to give me a few minutes to take some deep breaths and regroup. It was just a toy after all. And he didn't do it on purpose. He's actually just quite curious. And it's my job to instruct. YES, I know they make toilet locks. Yes, we've considered them. But honestly, most things go in the toilet as I'm standing up after using the toilet. So in most cases the toilet locks wouldn't help us as Lil Man isn't allowed in the bathroom without supervision.

But once I had a moment to get over the frustration of having to stop and deal with a wet drill in the toilet, I realized that it's not the end of the world. And I tend to let little things such as this derail my day and at times my life.

I am very blessed to have a healthy little boy who is capable of running and playing and experiencing the things around him.

When I stepped back and looked at the bigger picture, a wet floor, a wet toy drill, and a missing drill bit really wasn't that big of a deal.


  1. This story is such a relief to me. There are days when I have all of the patience in the world for my now 3 year old. But then there are the days where something like this would affect my patience, day and mood. Refreshing to hear that I am not the only one. Thanks for sharing

    1. Thank you. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one also!


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