Some Days Just Stink...!

It's been a pretty poopy day around here...and I wish I could say I didn't mean that literally. Oh my lord, it's been terrible. For starters, Shelbi had SIX dirty diapers. How in the world...??? Fortunately, I only had to change four of them, as the other two were gifts to her childcare workers at church tonight. But the worst came when we were getting ready to head out the door for dinner at church and AWANAS. I was in the boys' room picking up for our house showing tomorrow, when I saw miss Savannah sleeping on the top bunk. Knowing full well what she does when we're not home (thinks the bathtub is her litter box now...we don't take baths in that bathroom anymore...) I picked her up and threw her out side. I then quickly headed to my room to get the kids cleaned up when I felt something wet on my arm...oh...my...gosh. When I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror it was pure horror. I was covered in cat crap. It was running down the right leg of my Levi's, splotched all over the right side of my t-shirt, and even dripping from my back on my left side. Christian was disgusted and Dylan was laughing... at me, not with me.

So I immediately dashed into my closet, trying to figure out how in the H*** I was going to get these disgusting clothes off without smearing it in my hair, and told the boys to, "Get in the car now or we're going to be late!!!". They did, and I began to change when I suddenly realized that I was hearing the toilet flush repeatedly in my potty room. As soon as I was clothed I darted into my bathroom and stopped in shock as I reached the toilet... There stood Shelbi on top of the toilet seat (lid up of course) with her entire right leg submerged in the bowl, watching curiously as the water whirl pooled around her foot and then "disappeared" miraculously. She must have done this at least five times before I was able to get to her. Nas-ty. So we headed to her room for another ward robe change. It's no wonder I have so much laundry. And as if I weren't frazzled enough, when I started to undress her, she of course had a nice hot surprise waiting for me in her diaper. That was number four at the time. So, needless to say, this day was not one that I care to remember. It's been nearly eight straight years of dealing with this crap, and I'm ready for the last of my children to be officially potty trained. The cat too...