The Mom's Book of Worries

Today was not my finest of days. I woke up late with a headache and my two diapers for my son. My son who is 3 and should really be free of these parental torture devices, but chooses not to go potty because his one year old sister does the deed while playing still...so why shouldn't he?

SO imagine my state of mind when a charming little stink bomb scampers past me grinning and saying "I pooped Mommy" Well I sucked it up like mommies do and peeled of the pants to find he had indeed pooped, and outsmarted the Huggies too!

While gagging and praying that the wipes were not empty, I proceeded to change that nasty back end while he was free to relax and contemplate how much better this was than sitting on a cold commode all alone.