I think its only fair that I start off by saying, I love my children. I also love being a mom, but I will be honest my days have their faults. As a mom I have developed in what my opinion is a "super power" of being immune to the poo smell, but b/c I am a woman I'm not immune to the monthly mother nature visits. To be honest I think that is one of the best things during pregnancy, that is no PERIOD. OK, so what you may be wondering by now is what on earth am I talking about. Well, let me give you this day thus far.
As I'm dreaming a fabulously fantastic dream, I awake to my oldest son screaming from his room, "MOM DYLAN POOPED ON MY FLOOR." So, I groan and roll out of bed without waking my daughter in the crib next to me and mosey on out of my room. I make a pit stop at the bathroom and grab toilet paper while making the off-handed comment to myself, "i don't even have a dog and i still get to clean poop off the floor." So I open the door and start looking around still blurry eyed from just waking up. I ask my oldest where it is and he directs me in the right direction. Yep, there it was a BIG pile of poo poo and to make matters worse they dragged a pair of my jeans from the bathroom in there. So on top of my jeans right pants leg there is a BIG pile of poo poo, compliments of my 2yr old. So i use the toilet paper to get the majority of it and then dump it all in the toilet. I being still in the sleepy state of mind forgot to flush the toilet before hand and added more toilet paper on top of toilet paper. So the excess TP in the pot from my oldest using the bathroom is now added from my middle child's poo expression, thus when I flush the toilet is stopped up. Great now I get to plunge the toilet with 2 different kinds of poo in it.
Once I take care of the poo problem and hand out the correct punishments for such a problem, it is now time for my potty break. Thankful that I finally get a chance to relieve myself for the first time of the day. (Don't make a face you all know more then likely the first thing you do when you wake up is pee.) Anyways, that is when I discover Mother Nature is paying me a visit. Normally I would have pads or tampons somewhere in the house, but I'm just now starting to get used to having normal monthly periods. Yes, my daughter is pretty much 8 months old and I'm just now getting regular. This is due to the beauty of breastfeeding, it can cause you to go months without one. But back to the fiasco at hand, so I am now a bad rock song and I have no way to guard myself from it. My first idea is to roll up lots of TP then pray my next door neighbor had something, she doesn't. I go back to my apartment completely bummed until i remember my breast pads that I don't have to use anymore (not b/c i stopped breastfeeding but b/c i stopped leaking). As I'm going for a breast pad which doesn't have good coverage my hand passes a diaper. I kind of stopped and looked with in myself to contemplate this. My thought process is as follows; "omg I can't believe I'm even considering this it would work, omg i would be wearing a diaper till John gets home, its gonna have to work I don't wanna be paranoid." So I go to the bathroom and use the diaper, I just lost a little shred of my dignity.
I hope my day gets better, but at this rate I'm not to sure.
CUTE MOMENT OF THE MORNING: My 2 yr old is sitting on the couch with our cat playing peek-a-boo.

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