I usually work on Mondays and have off the middle of the week only today I had no one to watch the baby so I switched some things around and was able to stay home today with her. I thought this was great, drop the bigs off at school and lay down and sneak in a nap while baby C took her morning nap. Not so much.
Let me start off by saying we have an outside dog. She loves outside too. But she is older, 10 yrs, and I feel bad for her sooooo I've been letting her sleep inside since it's getting colder now. Last night was her last night of that!
I woke up and walked down the dark hallway to the kitchen only to step in dog pee. Got to the kitchen and went to put the kids breakfast on the table and saw dog poop near the front door. Okay I can deal with this, no biggie. I told the kids to go straight to the table and not to walk in the poop. Guess who stepped right in it - Grayson. Got him cleaned up and heard the baby crying. I go get her out of bed and she is soaking wet. So I start to change her in the girls room and realize there aren't any diapers in there. Again - this is baby #3...I got this! So we go into the living room and get a diaper and BOOM I step in an undiscovered pile of....you got it dog poop. So I grab the towel to wipe it off really quick so I don't track it anywhere else, and I turn back around just in time to see the baby slip and fall in her own urine because I have yet to put a diaper on her. I thought I had enough time to wipe the poo off me first - not so much! All is cleaned up everyone is changed and we are off and out the door to school. We can salvage this day. About 5 seconds from Grayson getting out of the car he says, "Moommm!. There's poop on my book bag!"
Serious case of the Mondays I tell ya. And trust me you should be glad there are no pictures to accompany this post!
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