I wish I could tell this story in a clever way- like one of K's poems or B's narrations- but I can't. So I'm just going to tell it like it was: nasty. The sad part is, it wasn't even the nastiest story I have. It's just a story.
J did a runny poo in his diaper on the way to driving M to school. I was not aware of this. He went to sleep. When we got there I had the idea to put him in the snuggli facing me so he would stay asleep. When we were outside I smelled nothing; however, when we got into the building I thought it smelled kinda funny. I soon found out why. We went into the classroom and I was naively talking to the head teacher when another mom pointed out that poo was dripping down J's leg and onto the floor. (thus the smell that was following me.) So the teacher started freaking out and ordering me to go to the bathroom and stuff. I went into the hall, cleaned up the baby,wiped the poo off my fav white shirt that my big sis just gave me, (and wouldn't you know that I had washed a load of whites this morning?) and went back inside. Her teacher apologized to me for having a panic attack. She said she never had a baby so she did not know what to do and she did not want the other kids to see the baby's parts. LOL Wow do I love being a mom!
The other day I organized M's dress up stuff a little- so of course she has been playing more dress up. I don't know why kids like a toy so much more when it's put away- maybe I'll figure that out some day.
I have been swearing to myself every night for about a month: "tomorrow I will scrub my bathroom." gross, I know. Seriously gonna do it tomorrow cuz I just can't handle it anymore. Also, I had the realization that every morning I wake up with so many possibilities of what I can do with my kids for that day. One of the greatest blessings of my life is that I get to spend this time with them- and spend it with so many options around us.