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You know it’s been a day when someone pees on the floor and you’re like, “Eh, could’ve been worse.”
And not in a sarcastic, eye-twitching way but like, genuinely, honestly, this was one of our smoother ones.
It’s 4:17 p.m.
The baby is on her third outfit of the day (because apparently yogurt is best worn, not eaten), my 5-year-old is parading around in a superhero cape and no pants, and I’m reheating my coffee for the fourth time when I hear the unmistakable drip… drip… on the hardwood.
Cue my 3-year-old standing frozen in the middle of the living room, wide-eyed, mid-pee, whispering, “Uh-oh.”
Now, five years ago, I would’ve panicked.
I would’ve launched into cleaning mode, probably cried a little, maybe called my husband in full meltdown mode and dramatically declared, “I CAN’T DO THIS!”
But now? Now I just grabbed some paper towels, tossed a towel over the spot (we all know that’s just a temporary fix), gave him a hug, and said, “You almost made it, bud. Let’s try again next time.”
And then I kid you not – we moved on.
Because here’s the thing: I’ve learned to adjust my definition of a “good day.”
No one drew on the walls.
No one tried to flush a toy.
I actually remembered to defrost dinner.
AND bonus – I didn’t yell!
So yeah.
There was pee on the floor. But there was also laughter, spontaneous living room dancing, and a 10-minute stretch where everyone was playing nicely. That, my friend, is a win in my book.
🧡 Here’s What Motherhood Teaches You (the hard way):
- Perfection is overrated.
- Messes are temporary.
- Your reaction matters way more than the actual chaos.
- And honestly? Some days, just making it to bedtime with everyone mostly clothed and semi-fed is a triumph.
So if you’ve had one of those days—where the dog puked, the toddler peed, and the big kid melted down over a broken crayon—but you still managed to smile at bedtime?
You’re crushing it.
Let’s keep celebrating the little wins, even when they come with a side of floor pee.
Now go pour yourself something fizzy or chocolatey, you earned it. 💪💁♀️🍫
PS: What’s your “there was pee but it was still a good day” story? Let’s swap chaos confessions. I promise—this is a judgment-free, laughter-required zone.
