There are those days when living in a house of boys is less than favorable. Yesterday, there was the maple syrup puddle under the table in the morning. Then the coats all over the floor. And the Lego's I keep tripping on. Joy, oh joy. Typical day. And like any other typical day, I was unable to use my bathroom last night until I cleaned up another puddle I found in the middle of the bathroom floor. To put it delicately, one of them missed. I knew this since there was a trail from the toilet seat to the floor. Why on earth do people think we need a dog...we have BOYS!!!