Water, water, everywhere

I'm in the kitchen trying to get a pizza in the oven for dinner (RT's favorite food).  RT goes into the bathroom to pee, and because Sunny can't let anyone pee by themselves without shrieking that she, too, has to go pee, Sunny follows her in there.  I ask RT if she can please help her sister so I can get dinner ready.  She says yes, and in a couple of minutes RT comes out with the little cup that goes in the potty to show me Sunny's success.  I say, Great!  Just dump it in the potty and rinse it out a little with water in the sink. (I go in later and wipe everything down with Clorox wipes)  Two minutes later she is yelling because...

Sunny has filled up said little cup with water from the big potty (which RT is supposed to close as soon as she's done with it - has been a rule in this house since the kids started using the potty) and dumped it ON THE HARDWOOD FLOOR.  Now, I'd like to point out that I"m not the idiot who put hardwood in the bathroom (I'd do ceramic tile, myself) but that is how the house is built, we bought it, we can't afford to change it, so there it is, we have to take care of it.  Anyway, I calmly (I was very proud of myself) told RT it was okay, please take the cup away from Sunny and put a towel down on the floor to sop up the mess.

I turn around to the refrigerator to extract the carrots to go with the pizza, and there's RT again, screaming because Sunny has refilled and dumped the little cup TWO MORE TIMES, and we now have a flood coming out from under the door of the bathroom and soaking everything within 3 feet.  Now, I'm screaming.  I grab Sunny, set her down in timeout to get her out of the way, she's shrieking, I'm shrieking at RT to grab towels from upstairs to clean up the mess while she's trying desperately to use a hand towel to deal with the deluge, poor RT's trying to do her best, but she moves like a snail so it takes a while to procure 2 towels from the upstairs closet.

I calm down, clean up the damn spill, dry off and dress the baby, calmly tell RT that rule number one is to remove Sunny from the room after a minor disaster so she doesn't make a bigger disaster, and apologize for shrieking at her when I know she was just doing her 6-year-old best to help out.

Then I came back in the kitchen, washed my hands, sat down, and cried.

Next post:  why I am a RELUCTANT stay at home mom.

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[Ree]

Sigh. Deep breath. Sigh again.