Ok, so how does a pair of underwear end up by my back door. When I look at my life in its present state I realize my blogs have changed. When I first began writing, stories of “underwear by the back door” well, they would just seem normal. Back then my writing was filled with potty training moments; kids eating off the floor; snot, boogers mud and spilt milk was everyday…ok every hour of my life. But now, even though my life is still crazy, and I am still “that mom” (crazy, forgetful, lose her kids, forget their lunches” mom, well, life is a bit more….hmmmmmm… normal….no…..calm?….not really…easier?…hahhahahahaha….. let’s say less “toddlerish”. I am sure most of you can understand that term. However, as less “toddlerish” it may be, when I find the underwear by my back door it does pose a few questions…

First of all why aren’t they on a set of buns(Bo’s buns)?

Does that set of buns(Bo’s buns) have underwear on now?

Is this where Bo has decided to keep his underwear …just in case he needs them?

Is he going on strike against underwear?

Hmmmm, well, knowing Bo, any of these questions are quite warranted. And if I was to truly guess, here is probably what happened. At some point in the day Bo had to go potty, he chose the bathroom next to the back door, once finished he decided he didn’t have the time in his busy life to put both his underwear and pants back on so he chose to wear, what he deemed, the more important of the two, which I might add, has changed since he was two, because when he was two I would find sets of pants in the bathroom, and find a little boy in nothing but his undes. So, at least priorities have shifted, probably due to social accepted awareness. I must be doing something right…well, except now he is leaving undes behind. And in this case, they made their way to the back door… hmmmm, yeah there is something NOT right about that.