Yesterday, I was trying to 'quickly' set up broadband (which worked Ok, but the webmail really didn't leaving us with no sending email). In the midst of this unresolved and quite stressful situation the gas/electricity man came to read the meter. Then I realised that we (but particularly Ellie) needed lunch so started to make very simple beans on toast. And in the midst of this the phone rang, an important call about arranging a visit to take forward being respite foster carers. And with all this going on, Ellie walked into the kitchen, lifted up her skirt and wee-ed on the kitchen floot (not tiles, not lino, CARPET!) then walked out again.
I started to look around for a suitable corner to either scream, cry or gibber (or maybe all three).
Then Ellie reappeared, with a tiny, moist wetwipe, and tried to clean up her puddle.
Sometimes, you just have to laugh! (and give your child a cuddle)