I was going to tell you that last week (make that 2 weeks ago. I forgot to publish this) wasn't my week.
I intended to explain to you in minute detail why my children get into worse trouble than your kids.
I had stories to tell.
Like the one about having to rush my daughter to Urgent Care for stitches when she fell by the pool.
Or the one about looking outside and seeing my trash cans turned on their sides. With my 3 boys playing inside of them. Can we all say disgusting?
Lest I forget, there is the one where I found my twins covered in black car dust on the top of my van.
And then there is the one about walking into my bathroom only to find my glass Q-tip holder-jar smashed all over the tile with a brand-new-gallon-sized-bottle of mouth wash dripping into all of my drawers and covering the floor.
But then, I heard that my sister in law went into her finished basement to discover 4 inches of water covering the floor from a stopped tub with the water left running.
I'm pretty sure she had a worse week than me.
I'm also pretty sure now that my children don't hold any records for trouble making.