Fussing, Fishing, Flushing, and Laughing

So our potty fiasco has continued into this week...the infamous Pull-Up has remained.  In a moment of meltdown (I promise not all about the potty...it was just one thing that came out in my tirade...) I began to tick through the list of things that were driving me crazy around here.  The list is long sometimes, ok often, but this has been one of those weeks where I have been drowning.  Thus that potty tirade...

So I look down the hall to see my darling husband, the object of my tirade, with his hands on the said potty and his eyes closed.  Many things went through my mind...as our 2 darling children were racing down the hallway, the dinner I was cooking going crazy on the stove, and I'm pretty sure at least two phones ringing...and I need to say that most of those things were not sweet.  I mean, come on people, what in the WORLD was he doing?!  So of course I stroll (and I use that term very loosely...) down the hall, past the Daytona 500 that has now developed in our hallway, to the man I married to say..."What ARE you doing??!!"  And his answer?  "Praying over the toilet."

Now at this point you are either laughing or rolling your eyes.  I was doing neither.  Ok, maybe rolling my eyes a little.  But I certainly did not find it funny that the water that should have been already in the bathtub for our racing stars in the hallway had yet to find its way into the bathtub.  It was at about that time that Eric picked up the plunger and put it into the potty.  Now just so you know, that HAD been done -- probably 20 times or more.  Each of us had also attempted to reach INTO the potty to find the intrusion and remove it (man, what I would give for pictures of that...).  All of this was to no avail. 

You can imagine my fall on the floor surprise when he pulls the plunger up and out pops the Pull-Up.  That's right, folks...stuck for at least a week and suddenly it makes an appearance.  Most of you know I am never speechless (well, almost never...), but the shock that I experienced at seeing that thing come up was momentous.  Of course it didn't take long for both of us to begin loudly expressing our gratitude, and for both of the once-occupied young racers to make their way into the bathroom to see what in the world their parents were up to. 

As Cade looks into the potty to see the Pull-Up, which by the way he has completely forgotten about, I nudge him and say, "Cade, tell Jesus thank you for bringing up the Pull-Up!"   Without hesitating he says, "Thank you, Jesus," and runs off to find another "creative outlet" to tackle.  I, of course, immediately put Eric on task to lay hands on everything in our house with issues (no comments from the peanut gallery, please).

Meanwhile, I fished the sopping Pull-Up from the potty to encase it in it's final resting place of a plastic bag.  I must tell you, though, that it was in remarkable condition.  The pictures and colors were not even faded!!  Not sure what they make those things out of, but I'm pretty sure they are about as far from biodegradable as you can get.  But I can attest to their functionality -- they definitely do what they say they'll do.  I couldn't help but laugh with God...after all of that fussing, fishing, and flushing all we really had to do was to simply ask -- and He delivered.