So the last thing I said was "Life is pretty good." right? Well, no sooner had I hit the 'publish post' button, Monkey-Boy proceeded to have the messiest poop I've possibly ever seen. I didn't know it was the messiest until I had taken off his pants, shirt and dragged his little onesie over his head. As I was standing there, holding his onesie above his head, I realized, with terror, that the back of the onesie had poop all over it. The poop had made its great escape out of the top of the back of his pull-up. And to make matters worse, I had just dragged that poopie onesie all the way up his back, up the back of his neck, into his hair and off his head. So, the poor little dude was covered in poop, because of Mama. He was rewarded for his patience by being allowed to splash in the tub with extra bubbles!
Such is my life. Elbow deep in poop most of the time; yet I still think my life is pretty darn good! Now where are those farking Ho-Ho's?!?!
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