Cooked poop today.
Is not a reflection of my cooking ability.
Although there are times…
I washed poop.
Quite by accident.
Tenny is potty training.
We are there…
cept for that pesky pooping.
The girls are getting ready for school.
And by that I mean dragging every toy out and throwing it in the air.
Switching load #5 from the washer to the dryer.
What is that?
How that did get in the washer?
You know I tell those girls all the time to take stuff out of their pockets.
I have one barrette, 2 lip glosses, 3 sticker sets and 47 jelly beans…
In my “washed” collection.
Kind of shiny.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Is this poop?
In my flippin’ washing machine.
I have washed poop.
Actually I have bleached poop.
Because it was the whites.
Grabbing the paper towel…
I snag the little sucker.
And I am just annoyed.
Annoyed that Tennyson is not able to poop in the potty yet.
Annoyed that I didn’t get all of poop out of her big girl panties.
I give the washing machine tub a spin.
Just in case.
Like the Price is Right.
My prize is shit.
Little poop balls are firing around the washing tub.
So here I am
In my sweats
of the washing machine.
I hear the pad of little feet approach.
Which even though I know she is there…
Scares the crap out of me and makes me hit my head on the top of the washer.
“what is it?”
“Mommy? What choo doin’?”
“I am cleaning poop out of the washer.”
So I clean out the poop.
409 the washer
Run load #5 again as load #6…
on the 2 hour sanitize wash…
And get the kids to school.
All the while wondering…