Yesterday I posted cute, happy pictures of my girls.What I didn’t tell you is that only ten minutes after I took those photos, both girls were screaming and wearing completely different outfits.
After Mila finished snuggling her bears, she went into her closet and pooped her pants. Her underpants. She’s potty training, remember, so she’s not wearing diapers during the day. So I got to wipe poo off her bum and her hands–because of course she had to find out what was going on in there–then rinse her underwear out and start yet another load of laundry.
Shortly after that, Margot choked on a pretzel and threw up all over the rug. Which would’ve been fine except that she had just been nursing for like half an hour, so her belly was extra full. So I got to wipe barf off her face and her hands–because of course she had to immediately start playing in her puddle of gross–then scrub the rug and toss more stuff in the load of laundry I’d just started.
Then I ate a giant spoonful of Nutella, because Margot also has pink eye and I can only keep it together for so long.
And you better believe when it happened again (the pooping, not the barfing) I helped myself to another scoop of Nutella. I’m going to gain like ten pounds before we are done with this, aren’t I?
Since I know I’m not the only one who rolls her eyes at how unbelievably unglamorous my life can be, and since I love hearing about this kind of thing when it happens to other people because I CAN TOTALLY RELATE, I thought I’d share.
These un-Pinteresty, un-blog-worthy, unattractive moments normal and totally fine and actually really hilarious, right? Right? Blerg.
Oh Im quite sure I will have plenty of posts to contribute to this very soon. 🙂 I heart you and absolutely encourage the nuttella binge 🙂 xoxo
Can't wait to see what you've got for me! And I heart you too, dear. 🙂
I woke up to a dog with explosive diarrhea this morning. That is the epitome of un-glamorous. I don't think I'll dedicate an entire blog post to that though- I would have to provide more details than I already have and no ones wants to experience that.
Ewww. I am so so sorry.
Hah! I love it. (The button, not the day.) Kids. They're so fun. I vividly remember the first time I found a child chasing their poop in the tub. And the time I found the poop with bite marks on it and nobody knew whose it was OR whose the bite marks were. And the time I walked into my room and there was a foot-long poop slide-and-slide (I cried at that one…Neil was working late and I had a 3-week-old baby). Why do all these stories involve poop?
Seriously, what is it with kids and poop? I need them to come fully potty trained or else to not poop until they go to kindergarten and it's someone else's problem.
Can we still do this together, or you are hoping to fly solo on it???
Solomon has decided this one. No cutting babies in half, and all that jazz. 😉
Best textersation ever!
I find it interesting that your snack choice was creamy and brown. Just saying.
Ewww. Just…ew.