Mamma Mia!!!

I use this title "Mamma Mia" as both an explination, and an explicitive (swear word!).

This post could also be called:

1. Only have One kid

2. Go to Bed early

3. Mistakes

4. CRAP

5. Good thing I am not an abusive mother

6. Nothing is truely MINE

etc etc etc

So, Last night I went with some great friends to see Mamma Mia, the musical at Mandalay Bay. It was fantastic! So much fun! Then after the show we got dessert in the casino, watched Michael Phelps take his 6th gold, and laughed. I got to bed around 12:30. This was my first mistake. I was tired before I even woke up, oh well, the life of a mother.
Keep in mind that lately I can not get Brady to nap, if I do it is at the end of a long hour of taking him to his bed over and over again, so at the end of the hour he is either asleep, or I give up and we rest together, reading or something else.
So the mix of a tired mom and a not tired boy hit the fan today.
At 1:00 I decided we would lay on the couch, rest, and then be happy....
First Mistake.
Then Bean says, 'i need to go pee', 'hurry' i say, 'then come right back'.
Second mistake.
Suddenly the phone rings, its Jeff. I look at the clock and a half an hour has passed. I fell asleep!
Third Mistake.
I tell Jeff I'll call him back and go looking for the silent boy.
What I find almost brings me to tears. I could not even take a picture of it for this post....I did however draw a picture of it....(I hear letters and art are a release for stress). Which I will post soon.
Yes, Bean went potty....on the floor, numbers one and TWO. He then tried to clean it up, bless his heart, with a few towels, yuck! As he explored he found my make up (base) which he then used to color on the tile floor, cabinets, inside one drawer and in the sink. Also in his hair, on his shirt and all over his hands, face, and feet. While in the drawer he found Jeff's travel size hair jel and procedes to pour it out in the drawer also. What a lovely smell greeted me when I opened the bathroom door!
There is no reaction for something like this, I stood there, dumbfounded. Filled the tub, put him in it and cleaned the bathroom. I was so shocked that I could not react. I still have not reacted. I drew a picture, told Bean he owed me an apology, and turned the TV on. As he drew me a Sorry note he said out loud,
"sorry I made a poop"
"sorry I made a make-up"
"sorry I made a pee"
"Sooorrrryyyy".
End Of Story.
Lucky Me.

You may be asking, Where was Zach this whole time????
ASLEEP, in the middle of a fantasic 2 1/2 hour nap. Angel.