To give you an idea of what a typical night at my house looks like, and an idea of why I buy some things in bulk!

I call this: Not enough paper towels!

"The first one fell in slippery socks and dropped her cup full of pickles.

Tears. Boo-boo kisses. Grab a handful of paper towels and that mess is cleaned all up.

“She’s naked and has floss!” That yell came from the bathroom. There stood the 2 year old, naked, covered from her neck to her tiny toes in diaper cream, preparation H and floss. Cream all over the bath mat, the sink and the toilet lid.

I place her in the tub and hose her off. Grab a handful of paper towels and that mess is all cleaned up.

Come out if the bathroom and the dog’s given up waiting for his turn to go, and squatted right on the living room floor.

“Seriously?!” is the thought that flashes through my mind.

I grab a handful of paper towels (and some disinfectant wipes) and that mess is all cleaned up.

Meanwhile, the 2 yr old has climbed up on to the dining room table, and upended every bowl of tomato soup left from dinner.

“All of you girls get in to the tub! Now!”

Might as well, as one had swim class and the other's feet are black from playing in the dirt at the park!

I grab towels from the linen closet, and turn back around.

Who gave the 2-yr-old a cup?!

The floor is now covered with water. The shower curtain is soaked, mostly because the 5 and 7-yr-old have used it to dry their faces.

I fire up the shower wand, but promptly drop it because it’s covered shampoo. Now my face and chest are soaked, along with the curtain and floor. I even managed to hit the ceiling!

I grab a handful of paper towels and that mess is all cleaned up.

“Can I help you with anything?” asks the 10 yr old. As you look up from toweling off a tiny female offspring, you see his nose is covered in thick yellow boogers.

“You could blow your nose, son?!” I ask.

“We’re out of tissues,” he replies.
Grab a handful of paper towels and that mess is cleaned up. (So gross!)

They all finally go to bed. I finally sit down on the couch, scanning what’s left of a mess on the living room floor. There’s an unfamiliar blob of yellow stuff and fur off in a corner.

Thanks, cat. You suck!

Oh crap...no more paper towels.

Where are my baby wipes!?"

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