Almost Lost Him to the Royal Throne

Before I start talking about toilets, I wanted to say thank you for all of the love and support I received this week. Not only from the comments, but from the phone calls, emails and Facebook messages. At my sister's party last week, I opened up to a former supervisor. I told her "I have no idea why I blog. I sometimes think I will quit but then I can't stop." She then said "You must get something from it or you wouldn't take the time." She is right. This week, I got so much support from everyone. I know it is one reason I write. Thank you for taking the time to show your love and support. I felt it. Now back to toilets and laughter....




"Ewww! My hands are in the toilet! Ewww! My hands are in the toilet!" I screamed and yelled at my kids. While I had my hands in the toilet and screaming, I was really thinking I have to catch this stinken frog or my husband will kill me. I just paid $10 for this thing. I then realized that I should be more worried about my children losing their frog to the royal thrown. Ry and Kyle will cry if I don't catch the little bugger before it goes into the hole in the toilet. They raised him from a tadpole. It would be traumatic to lose him. Who knew aquatic frogs were so darn slippery? Then I yelled "I think I have him. Quick, grab the aquarium. I got it. I got him." The kids couldn't stop laughing at me. They couldn't wait to tell Daddy when he got home from work about Mom's hands in the toilet.

Ry's frog squeezed though the hole in his aquarium as I was emptying it out. There is a correct way to do it that was described in the froggy "how to booklet" but I couldn't find the plastic piece that I was supposed to use. I thought I could just tip it gently and I could keep the frog in the container. Nope. They are extremely fast and slippery. The frog is bigger than the hole. But he just slipped out. See the hole in the top of the dome in this picture below?

I washed my hands at least ten more times that night. I am a freak about germs and I still can't believe how long I had to fish around that toilet bowl to get that stinken frog. One of my friends at preschool told me the other day that I am a good mom for boys. We have three hermit crabs, three aquatic frogs, tons of fish, a dog and cat. Yep, I am a boys' kind of mom. A boys' kind of mom who better figure out a better way to clean out the aquarium or at least buy more Purell.

Will Happy and Herbie Make Him Happy?

"Herbie and Happy are still looking for a home. If you'd like to adopt them, please let me know."



I was hoping another mother would step forward. Someone will want to adopt the class pets. Why can't I just read the letter home and not step forward? Why must I volunteer for everything? I am such a sucker.



I am going to blame it on hormones. My oldest boy, Ryan, is graduating from Pre-K tomorrow. He wasn't ready for kindergarten at all last fall. This year, he has developed into such a smart, inquisitive little man. He is so ready for kindergarten and I am relieved to see how excited he is to go to school. Anyhow, back to the hormones. Ryan has been sharing songs they are going to sing tomorrow at the graduation. I tear up when he sings them at home. I know it will be worse tomorrow. I am going to stand in the back row so that no one sees me cry.



I wanted to buy Ryan a nice book as a graduation gift. But then, I received a letter from the teacher. She needed someone to adopt the hermit crabs. Yes, I said yes to adopting hermit crabs. So I was off to the local pet store to buy the simple supplies to house the new pets. I thought I'd need a cheap aquarium, a little sand, a tiny house and a sponge for water. I'll only spend about $20. Not bad for a nice graduation surprise for my little boy.

Well, to my surprise, I ran into another preschool mom friend, Kelly. She was also buying hermit crab supplies. She said she spent $50 at another pet store. I couldn't believe my ears. She wasn't done. She needed more supplies so that's where we ran into each other. Oh no. My husband is going to kill me. This is getting expensive.

As Kelly and I walked toward our vans, we couldn't stop laughing. We were both adopting hermit crabs and had just spent $65 dollars for our "free pets." Both of us kept calling ourselves "Suckas." We also wondered which one of us would be the first to have a funeral for our new pets. I am not placing any bets. I am outta money.