Shitty morning
Posted in Family by RB on November 5th, 2007 We were having a pretty nice morning. I spent some of the morning cuddling with my younger boy and watching his favorite shows. I went to the kitchen to get something when my wife and I heard our other boy yelling “help!” I run upstairs and I’m immediately hit with a very distinct aroma.
My boy was sitting on the bed with his pajamas halfway off there was poop all over the sheet.
I know it’s been thirty something years since I learned how to use a toilet, but it just doesn’t seem that hard to get out of bed when you have to go. I guess it’s easy to forget what it was like to be four.
I’m now alone in the house. My wife is at the gym and he’s at school. So I’m off to do a bit of laundry. At least my phone isn’t ringing off the hook this morning.
November 7th, 2007 at 11:30 pm
I was about to play the Hey-Mr.-Watch-That-Language thing on ya, then realized you meant it literally. Yikes!
November 8th, 2007 at 7:15 am
I thought about calling it a poopy morning or maybe a crappy morning, but sometimes you just gotta say it like it is. Besides, you must be forgetting about the time I posted this. Please, oh please, don’t ever let your little ones look at my site or ever follow that link!