When I say crappy, I mean as in, poo, dodo, the number two, whatever you want to call it. The real deal. Brian left for Vegas this morning with some good friends. He kissed us all goodbye at 7:15 AM as the guys came to pick him up. My thought was "this isn't going to be so bad, right?" We were all playing so nicely in the playroom with the doll house. Pretty quickly, I smelled that all familiar dirty diaper smell from one precious little two year old. I didn't want to leave Lila unattended around all of the small items she could put in her mouth, so Clara grabbed the diapers and wipes for me and I quickly changed her and tossed the diaper out of the room so we would not choke on the smell. A few minutes later I grabbed Lila and headed to the kitchen, forgetting all about the diaper. Then the smell hit me again. Who now, I thought? I checked Nora. Nope. Lila? Nope. Then I discovered one little brown dog, Lucy, under my dining room table with a diaper torn apart and crap in the rug. Gross. I set Lila down, grabbed the Green Machine and the the carpet cleaner and went to work cleaning it up. Done. Grabbed Lila, who of course now had done her morning duty of pooping and changed her. By this time, she is hungry, so I sit on the couch to nurse her. Lucy settles in next to me as she always does. Then I smell it again. Bad. Upon further inspection, Lucy has poop in her paws. Lila goes on the floor. My clothes come off (good thing the neighborbor behind us happens to be on the plane with Brain, so only Leslie would get the peek) and the dog gets her paws scubbed. In the mean time, Clara has made her way into the bathroom and has decided at that very minute, I need to come wipe her bottom, because she too has pooped and would like me to make sure she is clean. All of this before 8 AM on day one of Brian being gone. Gotta say, I was very glad when Nana showed up at 10 to take the big girls to her house for the night. I needed a break. And a shower.
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