No Need For Diapers

Two things:

1. This post will be without pictures. Believe me, you will thank me when you know the topic.

2. The title "No Need For Diapers" might make you think, "Oh, maybe Caroline is potty training." Unfortunately, no.

After a great morning playing with our friend Billy (more on that in another post), the girls had a tough couple of hours before Steve got home. I had reached my limit in terms of patience, so when Steve came home and Caroline went down for a nap I did what any good mother does: I ran from the house screaming. (I didn't actually run nor did I scream, but I did move quickly and efficiently to get out of the house.)

Once out of the house, I went to Target all by myself. This is beyond exciting in my world. I browsed in aisles that I never go in because they are usually just a blur as I sprint from spot to spot while throwing snacks to Lucy and Caroline in order to keep them happy and contained in the cart. When I came home I found out that Caroline hadn't actually gone to sleep but spent the hour and a half talking and reading books.

I went upstairs to get Caroline and hopefully get her to snuggle with me for a bit. Unfortunately I was greeted at the door with an unpleasant smell and a two year old WITHOUT A DIAPER. I will spare you the details, but we had to change sheets, throw out a pillow, clean the carpets, throw away books, and wash stuffed animals. Oh, and Caroline was immediately thrown in the tub.

Caroline seemed unaffected by the three ring circus that was going on around her, but Lucy loved the entertainment and said, "Hey, Dad! It looks like everyone in the house is cleaning up poop!"

Dear lord.

If you are reading this and didn't clean up poop today then I say to you: congratulations.

If you are reading this and you did clean up poop today then I say to you: solidarity, sister.