I'm Sorry

I'm sorry. I thought that I could take a few minutes of "me" time this morning and go to the bathroom with the door closed. I'm sorry that I left the bottle of syrup on the dining room table.

What was I thinking?

I'm sorry that I gave you your first taste of marshmallow this morning. You seemed to really like it and you kept coming back for more. I'm sorry you gagged on a piece and threw up all over the exercise mat. At least I was able to throw it in the sink and wash it (much easier than the syrup on the carpet). I hope I got it all out or the next time Doug is doing sit ups and wonders what that smell is, I might just have to say, "I'm sorry."