Sympathy.
Ever had one of those days where your four-year old won't/can't take her nap, and your two-year old somehow can't sleep either? And when you go in to let him "get up", since you might as well, seeing as how everyone is now going to have to go to bed an hour and a half early tonight anyway, you realize that he has been playing with his poo in true monkey form? And it's everywhere? And I do mean everywhere? And then you have to strip him down and take him to the bathroom to scrub his fingernails and wash his face and hair, and he screams bloody murder as though you were the most terrifying person that had EVER walked into a bathroom?
And then later that day, you manage to dump the container of pink straws all over the floor, and when you get them back into the container and stand up, you slam your head into the open cabinet door, causing a lovely headache and some interesting (and salty - you can admit it) language under your breath?
If you've ever had one of those days, then I'm right there with you. Right there with you.
sigh....
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That was my day!!!
As I told dh today, Murphy's law must be in effect around here.
Oh my! :) As a friend used to sing to me when I had "one of those days"....
Mama said there'd be days like this....there'd be days like this, my mama said...
(at least you don't have to HEAR me sing it!) ha ha ha
Remember my day w/the bug on the wall in the shower...and the tape...it's not a "poo" story, but it happened in the bathroom...does that count?
If not...
http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-another-day-in-paradise.html
oops, maybe this will all copy in...
http://tinyurl.com/362k9v
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