Sacredness of Motherhood

It has finally decided to stop raining for awhile. But now the mosquito's are out full force. Ahhh at least we have bug spray to combat those... but if someone only invented rain spray.

Joseph and Trent are all moved in together now. Everything is in one room. It's neat to see them rooming together. I have a few plans to spruce up the room. It is a safari/jungle theme. Very cool if you ask me. Its funny how you don't realize how much safari/jungle garb is out there until you look for it.

So. Is anything sacred once you become a mother? Riiiiight. Didn't think so.
I can handle someone banging on the bathroom door, whipping open the shower curtin when I am in there, crawling into my bed, drinking out of my cup, eating some of my snack... but the one thing that sends me around the bend is my toothbrush. It is sacred... or at least should be. Trent is in a brushing his teeth phase. Its the first place he heads when we come upstairs. So he will open the drawer and usually digs out his toothbrush. But every so often he digs out someone elses and has no qualms about shoving it into his mouth *shiver* GROSS. As much as I love my kids I don't want his gnarly spit on something that is supposed to clean my mouth. I need to invent some sort of secret locked comparment to hid my glistening fresh toothbrush in.
It would be like sharing a towel. Again, GROSS. Do I dare want to pick up a towel that someone else has dried off with? What if I dry my face with the part of the towel they dried their butt with. My kids have already come acustom to their own towels and will not use anything else. If they could only catch on to the toothbrush thing we'd be set. Next months lesson, not peeing on the toilet seat.