Yesterday in my pre-party cleaning frenzy I threw all the towels in the wash. Then I even laid out new bath mats in the bathrooms. The party was outside but plenty of folks came in to use the bathrooms.
Last night I commanded all three kids to cleanse. Evan and Josh cleansed with some supervision in my bathroom, and Matt cleansed solo in his own bathroom. When Matt came out from showering he was dressed in his shorts and t-shirt and for some reason (must have been mother's instinct) I questioned whether or not he had dried off (or maybe it was his dripping hair). It was then that he told me and husband that since there were no bath towels in his bathroom he, gulp, he used the dirty bathmat that had been trampled on all day by visiting party going strangers. We stared at him speechless. We stared at each other still unable to speak. The husband turned to face me, paused, thought for a second and in an usual glass half full moment said "Well, at least you can blog about it."
I can't bring myself to hug the kid today.
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