Oh shit!

Woke up, knew I had to be to school by 730, I was on schedule.  Hear Addison crying out for me, claims she has a stomach ache (most likely hungry, as she didn’t eat very much last night).  I settle her down, told her she could wear her jammies to day care (packed extra clothes in case she changed her mind).  I finished getting ready, got into Mason’s room and he had shit a really runny/pasty shit.  This shit went out the top of his diaper, soaked him, his jammies and the bed with shit juice.  Now I am late.  Have to get the shitty diaper off of him, wipe him down best I can with wipes.  Got the bath ready, took diaper out to trash, put jammies in bag, set in garage.  Got Mason washed, diapered, and dressed.  Loaded him into carrier. Took stinky shit-juice sheet and mattress pad to washing machine.  Took kids outside, locked door.  Realized I forgot Addison’s medicine…and my keys.  First thing to my mind; “Shit the bed!“  I now have two kids under 3 outside in the brisk fall air and can’t get into either my truck or house.  Also did not have wallet, so I could not pop door open with credit card.  Decided to kick in back door on garage, actually kind of cool/fun.  Stumbled over a bunch of shit, went in got keys and wallet…and medicine.  Ended up 10 minutes late to meeting.

Ahhhh the joys of being a parent.

~ by ro66yb on October 29, 2008.