I woke up Wednesday morning to Joe smacking me in the butt and yelling, "It's 8:20!"
Great. I jumped out of bed to rush the boys through their morning routine. Before I could enter the kitchen, I was smacked in the face with the god awful aroma of, poop. Are you kidding me? I got the boys breakfast and stuffed their backpacks before I opened the door to the girl's room. I knew it wasn't going to be pretty and it would probably require a bath.
I got the boys breakfast and opened the door to the girl's room. Elia shouts, "Good Morning! I have poop!"
Really, like I couldn't smell it. Upon further review I notice the poop is coming out the top of her pants and is on various parts of her bed. So gross. I strategically removed the pants and used paper towels to remove most of the brown mess. She was placed in the tub.
Moving on, I went back to get Gracie. I noticed she had what appeared to be a piece of mushy banana on her forehead and under her nose. What in the world? Looking closer this was no banana. It too, was poop. Her banana filled poop was all over her hands, her sheets, her crib, her face, and her hair. It was coming out of her pj's in the same manner Elia's was. You've gotta be kidding. I'm certain she ate it. This hasn't happened in forever, let alone to both of them at once. Of course it had to happen on a day that we were all running late. I cleaned her off with some paper towels and threw her poopy butt in the tub with Elia. Dirty girls. I think they plan this stuff.
What an awesome way to start the day.