It's been one of those days.
You know, when nobody gets out of their pajamas
and
we've watched Mickey Mouse Clubhouse about half the day
and
diapers have leaked all over pillows, sheets, blankets, and teddy bears
so
mama has more laundry to get done before nap time
because
little boys can't sleep without teddies and blankies
and
little hands grab the crackers off the table
and
little boys proceed to squish, stomp, and eat crackers
on the couch
under the couch
and
between the couch cushions
so
mama has more vacuuming to do
because
she doesn't want the house flooded with ants or other noxious pests.
Let's see, what else did we do today?
Nope. That's pretty much it.
Diarrhea bug has threatened to raise it's ugly head in this house
AGAIN
so
this mama is on the defensive!
Poop ruled our lives for almost a month
and
I REFUSE
to go back.
(Liam thinks it's funny when I say "poop".
More evidence that potty humor starts young
and
never gets old for the male species.
Just ask the 29 year old man I'm married to.)
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