This afternoon Thomas started crying shortly after he fell asleep, which could only mean one thing: he had pooped. He mellowed out to a quiet fuss, so I finished my lunch and read a few blogs before I went upstairs to change his diaper. I’m one of the lucky ones, in that I can get away with changing his diaper in the middle of his nap because he’ll just go back to sleep.
Walking into his room confirmed it – the stench was definitely poop.
But when I walked up to his crib I saw the monkey cage he had created – he had taken off his diaper and was rolling around in… it.
I know, I know, it’s gross and I’m talking about it. I actually started laughing. It’s just been that kind of day, what with the rat making another appearance during lunch. Also, I was remembering the monkeys from Madagascar, when they got busted trying to escape the zoo: “If you have poo, fling it now!”
I give up. I’m not cleaning the house today. I just spent too much energy washing poop off babies, out of clothes, and out of sheets. I’m done.