Real life in our house tonight:
Me: downstairs trying to get my blog together for the day.
Brian: upstairs giving Brock a bath and tending to the two arguers.
All of a sudden, I hear Brian calling from the top of the stairs.
Brian: “I’m gonna need you to come up here and help me.”
Me: “Why?? What happened???”
Brian: “Brock just pooped in the tub.”
Me: frantically running up stairs praying my kid is not playing with his poop.
This has only happened 1 or 2 times in our 9+ years of parenting.
There isn’t much that is grosser. Am I right???
Talk about #trashouttuesday – we trashed out poop. How about you?? That’s a good blog, indeed. Thankfully, I spared you the photos from all of our fun. I might have been tempted to take a couple had I not been freaking out. Brock was just confused and not happy to be standing in the shower…
This little stinker. I sure do love him, poop and all.
Some days you trash out clutter.
Some days you trash out poop.
I didn’t end up finishing the blog, obviously. Instead, I jumped into the shower with Brock while Brian scooped the poop out of our tub – which was filled with toys, of course.
I’ll just leave you with this encouragement:
Hopefully my new day doesn’t include spelling poop when I take that deep breath!!! Hahahah.
Edited: I received this image reply from a blog reader who shall remain nameless and I just HAD to share. They said they would send me one in remembrance of tonight’s event. I. Am. Dying.
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