well crap. just crap.

Why do some days seem to revolve around crap?

The kids seem to crap in unison. At the most inopportune times.

Today, as usual, started out early. 520 early, on the day off. Thank you Miss Reece. It started with poo. Yet again, thank you Miss Reece.

I haven't been sleeping very well. A result of my two kiddos being sick and the fact the I over think everything. In turn I was really looking forward to a nice luxurious- revamp my mind and soul- nap. (Oh and to get rid of the left eye, minimal sleep eye droop) Ohhhhh the best laid plans.
I am also ready to wash my hair- day 3 of hair and its starting to get a crazed oily look that at 520 I thought I could disguise and at noon realizing I shouldn't have. I think I may just be able to smell my hair coming.

Foster and I have made great time and get home from therapy. Foster did well- so what if he hit Miss Allison? She was being very demanding anyway. I am congratulating myself as a parent. I think I walked out of therapy preening- greasy hair and all.


I pull in the garage breathing a sweet sigh of relief. HOME. Now to get these kids fed and down for a nap. I am EXCITED. please don't judge me for this… I need a nap.

I walk in the door with the now screaming, crying, overtired FosterB. MUST FEED HIM. But what you ask is that I smell? Ummmm- what is that smell????? I see Reece and see that Grandpa appears a little frazzled. Oh no. It is not the odor of Reece. It is far worse. Grandpa has clogged the toilet.

I quickly attempt to get them out the door as Grandpa murmurs his apologies. Surely I can unclog the toilet. Got this. CHeck Check. I can so fit this in and still get my nap from the gods in.

Reece down. Foster down. Go to tackle the shit.

I get the gloves out. Plastic bag. Lysol spray. Hanger. Plunger and hope for the best. I think God didn't like me today. I see poop- lots of poop. It is a part of my job. This poo is quite unbelievable. I can see what he ate for dinner last week. And maybe last month. I am plunging away. Holding my breath. Reassuring myself that I am making headway. I will prevail. Mid plunge I hear that Foster has slept for maybe a total of 15 minutes and is slamming a nice little drumbeat along his walls. Oh good lord. Why???? AS i am slightly distracted my the preoccupation of my mind- how will i get that devil back to sleep…. the plunger suddenly goes askew. Poo splashes out. I am trying to dodge left. I should have dodged right because there is now unidentified poop particles in my hair. I think I see a carrot on my sock.


After thoroughly cleaning and scrubbing the floor -with the strongest cleaner known to man- I give into a great big cry. Decided it was now 2pm and I would forgo lunch post that horrid experience. Decide to take that much needed shower and let Foster continue his symphony of drum beats along the wall.

There was no nap today. Just loads of crap.