After what seemed like three hours, the dirt was finally out out of my eyes. Mommy drained and rinsed the tub. We filled the tub with clean water, and then it happened...
I accidentally pooped in the tub.
Mommy really wanted to run away, but she refrained. She decided staying home and cleaning out the bathtub was a better idea. Good thing!
Once everyone was clean and calmed down, we had dinner. It was a silly dinner consisting of anything Mommy could whip up using only one hand since Jack insisted on being held. I think I ended up having bananas, yogurt, and crackers.
Later, when Mommy and I said my bedtime prayer, Mommy said (over and over and over), "Jesus, please don't let Jamey's Daddy's plane get delayed." Yep, stuff like this usually only happens when my Dad is on a work trip. Oh my!
Oh, and, get this--my Dad's plane is delayed...
3 comments:
Dear Jamey's mommy,
I feel your pain. And I know how you feel about body fluids and functions. May the plane arrive soon.
Love,
Jonathan's mommy
Poor, poor Mommy. Mommy has all of my sympathy. Did Mommy gag?
Sounds like one of our days! Thanks for the St. Patrick day card:) I have had fun reading your blog.
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