Today’s going to be interesting.
I’ve got a chest cold, which is oh so fun with my asthma. Coughing up phlegm is fun with a sore, raw throat, too.
But. What started today off with a bang. I go in to the little one’s “room” because I heard him happily talking to himself and playing.
What do I see but a naked little butt with a shirt on.
He’d managed to take off his pants.
And his diaper.
Did I mention the poop? No?
Well, there was a tiny little turd still in the playpen. Usually he poops more than that, but I didn’t think about that yet. I went and got him on the changing table and in a new diaper. Then I realize he smeared a little poop in his hair. Thinking this is still salvageable, I go attempt to wash his hands. Then he still smells a bit like poop. He and his big brother are currently in the shower while I mix up pancakes.
Then I pull all the blankets and clothes from his bed. Get down to the washer, and guess what I find? The rest of the poop in the leg of his pants. Good thing I stuck him in the shower I suppose. Oh my. Where’s my codeine laced cough syrup when I need it?