It started because of these.

Oh…they’re nice & clean now.

But this morning they tracked in little muddy footprints all over my living room floor.

At the time, my thoughts weren’t ‘how cute would this be for a post today?’…

They were…

THAT’S IT! I’VE HAD IT! YOU ARE GETTING A BATH, YOUNG LADY!

So I scooped her up & plopped her little butt straight into the kitchen sink.

There wasn’t much resistence…just a few whines until she realized when Mommy says ‘That’s it!’, she means it & it’s best to just let her have her way.

I didn’t get a single shot of her little drenched-rat body….looking at me with those forelorn little beadie eyes….with the mud smudged nose (which I somehow managed to miss entirely).

I was focused.

I was a mad woman.

I was NEVER going to have to sweep these damned dirty floors again!

“Aahhh….Mom?…..I have to pee.”