Poop Happens

I had a headache. A horrible one that comes from being in this hot West Texas weather, not drinking enough water, and slightly because I went and watched a movie without my glasses. I do have to say that it was good movie, so the headache might have been worth it, but that's beside the point. I put Shaye and Gage into the bath and went to search out some relief from water and possibly some pills. After driving home for an hour with those two in the car, I needed something. A margarita would have been better but I have work tomorrow.

I didn't get any further than getting some water when I hear those horrible words come out of Shaye's mouth. "Mama!! Gage pooped in the bathtub!"

*FACEPALM*

I knew it was going to happen one of these days. Children do that from time to time but luckily in the 7 years that Shaye has been on this world, she never did it. Of course it had to be the boy. So with me being frustrated, I act like the 5 year old I wish I still was and stomp into the bathroom to see how bad it was. Not horrible but it's not like they can bathe in it, I'm going to have to clean the tub, disinfect the toys and then throw the Littles back in. I get Gage out and just let him run around naked (because I'm a dumbass, obviously) and get Shaye to put on a t-shirt while I start cleaning up the mess. A few minutes later Gage comes running in and says Mama! When I turn around to see what he wants, he has the look on his face. You know what look I'm talking about. The one that is the telltale sign of needing to go. So I'm frantically yelling for Mac or Shaye to get me a diaper... "Anyone! I don't care who.. Just get me a diaper!"

Being the fast diaper changer that I am, I got it on just in the nick of time. He gets up and runs off, whining to Mac while I continue to clean. Finally, it's to the point where they can jump in again. I go to round them up and there on the couch is the most pitiful looking little boy I've ever seen. You could tell by the look on his face (and the noises coming from his bottom) that his wittle tummy huwts.

So I send Shaye packing. Back to the bath for her WITHOUT toys because Mama just didn't feel like going through all that tonight. I sit on the couch and rub Gage's back while watching Go Diego Go and listen to the horrible sounds come out of this little boy. He sucked down some apple juice, did his business and was good to go. By the time all this happened, Shaye was already done with the bath and ready for bed so he just happened to miss out on bath time tonight. We'll try again tomorrow night and hopefully we won't have any surprise visitors then.

I finally got my relief in pill form and now I'm trying to figure out to get all this laundry done in the 30 minutes before I need to be in bed. I'm thinkin it's not going to happen..

Night All!