Or "Potty Training Boys - The Dark Side"
Or "New Toys and Towels"
Or "Why I Never Shave My Legs"
Or "Shit Happens"
If I am anything, I am honest. Ask me, if you want to know the truth. The whole truth. The whole, nasty, stinky, gag-inducing truth. Fair warning.
About 45 minutes ago, I was minding my own business in the shower while Number 4 was "taking a tub" in my bathroom. It is a great way to keep him occupied while I get ready. I can keep an eye on him for 5-10 minutes while we both get clean. An everyday occurrence.
"Moooooooom!!! I need you!!!!"
"I'll be done in a minute, honey. Let me rinse my hair."
"MOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!! I REALLLYYYYY need you !!!! I pooped. I pooped in the tub."
Damn it to hell.
I got out of the shower, got him out of the tub, put him on the toilet, which smeared poop all over the toilet. So I put him in the shower and started cleaning the toilet. Then I saw the poop on his towel, the bath toys and on the floor. I threw the towel and bath toys away and started cleaning the tub and the floor.
"Hey Mom, I pooped in the shower."
I got him out of the shower and put him back on the toilet, which smeared poop all over the toilet again. I cleaned the shower so I could put him back in again while I cleaned the toilet. Then, I cleaned the shower again.
Another day, another story,