Josh and I went for our nightly 3 mile walk last night..gorgeous out and the puppies were happily exhausted by the time we got home. The kids were put in bed before we left and asleep by the time we got home, so we got ready for bed. For me, that most always includes a bath...soak the muscles after walking :D
Well everything went perfect..did lots of reading, very relaxed and ready for bed when I realize...
no....
towel....
ug.
As usual (even though they have gotten the lecture time and time again) after the kids were done with their showers this evening, they left the towels wet..on their floor. "Deep Breath" I really had to tell myself it was not worth the trouble, waking them up out of a dead sleep on a school night, to make them pick up the towels and put them where they go. After all they are already musty and gross from hours on the floor. (at least that's how I convinced myself)
So instead I throw my clothes on while wet, and remember that the terry hair towel I use is in the clean basket in the office..along with a possible towel. I step out of the bathroom..sopping wet feet..and slip on the tile floor. Long story short, the children almost died last night..so much for being relaxed before bed..my wrist is not happy..and there will be a towel in the bathroom labeled "mom's towel"...and if it is ever touched by anyone besides myself..my horns, tail, and pitchfork might need to come out 0_o