The attack of the Poop Monster
Oh, how nice to go pick up the kids and be told that the little guy has had diarrhea and there are three sets of clothes in little plastic bags for me to take home. OMG, so much poop! *shudders*
Been cleaning chunks of poop out of his underwear and tights and trousers and now, even after repeated scrubbing and using all kinds of soaps, my hand still smell like... well, you can guess.
Ah, motherhood. So delightful.
Only when they ran out of clean clothes they decided that maybe he should just wear a diaper and he came home wearing a diaper, pink flowery clown pants from the dress-up collection and woolen socks. The little poopador then fell asleep in the computer chair and so I moved him to the couch where he's sleeping innocently. I called hubby and told him he so owes me a big kiss for this. And I would say chocolate except right now I'm not in the mood for anything brown really.
I have a story due in 4 days and I haven't even started. Damn. *gets to work*
Been cleaning chunks of poop out of his underwear and tights and trousers and now, even after repeated scrubbing and using all kinds of soaps, my hand still smell like... well, you can guess.
Ah, motherhood. So delightful.
Only when they ran out of clean clothes they decided that maybe he should just wear a diaper and he came home wearing a diaper, pink flowery clown pants from the dress-up collection and woolen socks. The little poopador then fell asleep in the computer chair and so I moved him to the couch where he's sleeping innocently. I called hubby and told him he so owes me a big kiss for this. And I would say chocolate except right now I'm not in the mood for anything brown really.
I have a story due in 4 days and I haven't even started. Damn. *gets to work*