Terrible news about the terrible twos

I have a feeling I am going to be writing a ton about the two year old thing this year.

A few days ago Little Guy flushed a very large wooden toy down the drain of our main bathroom. It happened in a split second as Hubs was running his bath. The plumber is coming today so I still don't know the full extent of the damage. Sigh.

Big sigh.

Here's the thing. Much as I love him, the truth is, Little Guy is a shady opportunist. I have resigned myself to exist in pure survival mode. And today, if we all make it the to the end of the day without damaging the plumbing, or breaking a major appliance, or experiencing any sort of bodily harm, then I am going to pour myself a glass of wine.

And call it a really really good day.