Apocolyptic Poopie

This evening, I kept having this urge to tweet the same thing.

“I needed a good laugh today. I never got one.”

But that seemed a little brooding, slightly depressing and totally wracked with self pity. The truth is I didn’t laugh today, not as much as I would like, but it wasn’t all that bad. It was just one of those days with a toddler who didn’t feel too good, which caused him to spend the day giving directives and opinions and wanting basically anything but what I was offering.

We made it through the day and as it turns out I just got a good chuckle. Because as I write this the boys are off in the distance screaming, writhing in agony at the level of stink their baby brother is sending their way. Not to worry, Paul is dealing with the madness.

The youngest had a gigantic poop while we were out at a basketball game tonight and we’re in the middle of getting him cleaned.

“There’s poop,” I heard a boy yell just now, “there’s POOOOOP on the WAAAALLLLS.”

It’s fine, everything is going to be okay. But lawd this diaper stinks.

We were at the game, as I mentioned, and as I was chatting with friends (some from our team, some from the visiting team) my sweet little guy came running towards me and he smelled so bad that I had no choice but to acknowledge it. Don’t you love that? Sure I could have ignored the smell, but then everyone around me would have begun to worry about the sewer system, about the fact that it was clearly backed up and about to blow up the entire gym, and that would have sent everyone running. So instead, I just owned it.

“Yes, this is our youngest and mygoshdoeshestink and whereismygasmask?”

That’s pretty much it. Nothing else to report. Time to get everyone in bed, take a deep breath (now that things are cleaned up) and pray for clear air tomorrow.