Saturdays are mostly always busy for me, and this one was no exception. We go to church on Sundays, which mean preparations the night before. I decided I would do the unusual and get an early start....Get laundry done, get the kitchen clean, see to the kids cleaning, and even bake a pound cake.
I had it all planned out and I coulda pat myself on the back because i'd done pretty good. Until around 8:30 or so when my daughter came downstairs with my 2 year old trailing close behind. She informed me that there was poop everywhere. On my bed, a little on the pillow and on little Bubby.
As I saw him with poop covering one of his feet and one of his hands, I could only imagine the trail he'd left behind. The Lysol wipes that we recently bought came to mind. I got him in the shower and cleaned up, then on to that mess. Threw the bedclothes into the washer and pulled out the Lysol wipes to retrace his tracks.
I know he usually holds on to the railing to get downstairs, so I wiped that down and traced where he'd walked and wiped those areas down as well. I didn't consider the stench that would be left behind, but it was more than obvious. Carrying our bedclothes downstairs had left the horrible smell in the air. I pulled out the Glade air freshener and retraced the crime scene. Now everything is pleasant.
I just a short while ago finished braiding my daughter's hair and now it's just me and this two year old needing to get off to bed right now. A saying I use to hear from my mom resounds in my mind...."A man's job is from sun to sun. A woman's work is never done"
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