Shaving Cream

Every morning when I am in the bathroom trying to get ready there is Brady, falling at my feet throwing a tantrum because he has lost my undivided attention. I used to get so frustrated and stop to hold him. Sometimes I would sit him up on the counter and give him a toothbrush with the water on so he could "brush" his teeth. A few weeks ago I realized that I need that 15 minutes of alone time and Brady gets my attention all day long, it's not going to kill him. I usually leave the door open and sometimes the kids just leave me alone and go play but the other 80% of the time when the tantrums happen, I gently usher him (and occasionally Andie) out the door close it behind him, and lock it. Of course he continues his fit out in the hallway which is fine, I have my space and I know he isn't going anywhere until that door opens. Today was like most, he was having an absolute cow that I would not stop doing my hair to hold him. Out the door he went, in the most loving way possible, and the fit continued in the hall. When the door finally opened there he was, a tube of shaving cream in hand, and cream running down his pudgy little arms. I picked him up and he squealed with delight, I washed him up in the sink and sent him on his way. I walked into my room and there it was...THE MESS OF THE DAY! He had taken that very expensive tube of shaving cream and squeezed it all over the carpet. I just shook my head and repeated "why, why, why??? It's not even 10 in the morning and I have a major mess to clean up!" The mess was relatively minor, but I know the day is still young and there are more messes to be had.

**While typing this, Andie has spilled water on the floor and dropped chips. She is dancing all over the wet chips, oh joy!