Tuesday, June 24, 2008


I knew when I got up this morning that I should never have left the house. This day kind of blew from the minute we left for swim lessons. But I digress.

What did I intend to do this evening?
  1. Feed and bathe the kids

  2. Get them in to bed early

  3. Get some much needed blogging (and other work) done

What did I end up doing this evening?

  1. Fed the kids pizza for the 2nd night in a row

  2. Commenced bath time and let them have 5 minutes of play in the water

  3. Performed an emergency evacuation from the bath when the 2 yr old decided to use it as her personal potty

  4. Calmed my 3 yr old who was hysterical at the sight of seeing poop in her lovely bath water

  5. Tried to understand how my 2 yr old was not hysterical. She was laughing.

  6. Finally got the kids dressed and in bed (an hour late)

  7. Spent the next hour bleaching the bathtub and the 10,000 toys that were in the bathtub at the time of the incident

  8. Walked around saying "EWWWWWWW" for 5 minutes while scrubbing my hands raw

  9. Grabbed a seat on the couch next to my computer with my bag of Double Stuffed Oreos and hoping that tomorrow is a better day


Kat said...

Ahhh...good times! I think that happened once with mine. Katie declined to take a bath with her sister from that point on.

And I think that oreos (or peanut m&ms) work just as well as a little seratonin :-)

Angela said...

Now you know I am sorry, but I am dying laughing at this. Little A must have been soooooo pleased with herself. But poor you! And I'm with you, I'd have bleached everything! Ick!

Angie said...

Kat: I think Big A is going to finally declare "no more baths" with Little A. She appears to be traumatized, mostly by Little A's overwhelming humor about the situation. And oreos definitely are just what the dr ordered!

Angela: I thought you might enjoy this one. Little A thought she was the sh*t (no pun intended). I almost strangled hubby when he walked in and said "It smells great in here, what is that?" "A gallon of bleach!" is what I screeched from the hallway, unamused.

Heather said...

Yep. Been there, done that. You deserve those cookies, sister.

Marianne said...

Hi! My Anna is notorious for using the tub as her personal potty. I feel your pain, I really really do. And like you, I usually say screw bathtime after an event like that. So, your girls are 3 and 2? Is that right? Thats the same age as mine! Almost. LOL...

Jane said...

Oh yeah girl, been there done that!!

Angie said...

Heather: Oreos can cure a lot of things wrong with this world.

Marianne: Yep, mine are 3 & 2 and I was thinking of a lot of colorful words after this incident. This is not the first offense of this nature in my house, but it was the first one I had to tackle ALONE. Hubby was disc golfing.

Jane: I think everyone who's had small kids must have had this delightful experience. If not, then they'd better never fess up. ;-)

Michelle said...

Ok, you made me cry with the next post but now I'm totally giggling at you! This is why I generally let my husband deal with baths. Fortunately I think we've only ever had two floaters between the two wee ones!

Angie said...

Michelle: Sorry for the tears, but glad you're laughing now! It really was a humorous event, now that the poop has left the building.


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