Spilled The Beans On My Own Accidents

So, I guess this all started because my little one decided to pour juice on the living room rug. As I was trying to figure out how to clean that up without ruining it, I got a call from my friend who just had her second child and needed some advice about baby-proofing their home. While we were talking, I mentioned an incident last week where the dog somehow managed to chew through our window curtains during one of those rare nights when everyone was asleep and there was no sound at all in the house except for the ticking clock. And then, as if on cue, my five-year-old barged into the room with his favorite stuffed animal soaking wet because he dropped it into the toilet earlier that morning. Now I find myself explaining to my friend how we're turning every spare piece of cloth around here into makeshift curtains and why we need an emergency plan for waterlogged teddy bears. It's not like I was trying to be a gossip, but sometimes these things just slip out when you’re caught off guard.