I was tired today. So, when both boys were asleep (or at least, in Max's case, confined to his room), I conked out on the couch. When Paul got home from work, that's where he found me- he gave me a quick kiss hello and let me drift back off into oblivion. Unbeknownst to me, he was about to get a big surprise...
Apparently, after saying hi to me, Paul went upstairs to change. All was quiet... until he heard from Max's room "WASH my HAAANDS and LE-E-EGS!" He went to investigate and found our son standing in the middle of his room with a horrified expression, a full diaper, and his hands covered in said diaper's contents. Ohhhh my goodness, son. What were you thinking??
And through all of this, I slept on.
My husband is amazing! Without a word, he hauled Max into the bathroom and scrubbed him down. I woke up to the sound of the shower running and wandered casually upstairs to see if the boys were still sleeping. Lo and behold, Max was standing in the bathtub covered in soap from head to toe. Only then did I find out what I had missed!
Thanks, honey, I love you.