… having to clean poo from your favourite antique rug (hand-knitted, vegetable colours, the whole 9-yard) or having to go hunting around the house for poop because your 2 year old decided to change himself after the accident.
About This Blog
Once upon a time I had thick long hair. I used to smile a lot, had friends, nice stuff, free time. Then kids happened and, well, now I dont have no hair no more™. This blog is a diary of my daily trials and tribulations as a parent.
depends which one you touched/smelled the most...
Definitely searching for missing poop that you may never find until you drop some chocolate and figure out that what you just ate wasn't the dropped chocolate...