So I've had a pretty rotten day. And just when I think to my self how crappy things have been...they get worse!
Imagine, if you will, two little cuties going down to nap. Sounds great, right? They were even asking for "night night," even better. A few nice quiet hours go by. And then they start making noise. Cheerful noise, so it's ok.
I happen to be on the phone at the time, so I send Parson in to get the girls out of their beds. Only seconds later, he returns telling me that one of the girls doesn't have any pants or diaper on. "She only has a shirt!" he tells me.
As he's walking away, I notice the trail of poop footprints from the bottom of one of Parson's shoes. Are you kidding me?!
As it turns out, neither girl had a diaper on. And apparently both had decided to throw around their poop. A nice little poop party. How about that. And now it's not only in their room, it's all down the hall and living room, too. UGH! And I am short on sanitizing cleaning supplies and have to borrow from the neighbor. Wonderful. Dis.Gus.Ting.
Don't worry, it's all cleaned up now.
One day at a time, I tell myself. Here's hoping for a poop-free tomorrow!
