Since this little child ceases to amaze me with her antics (check out this morning's picture) I dug up the original email I sent to my friends regarding the inaugural Poopgate 2007. We were trying to coordinate a girls craft weekend and I was beyond desperate for a break. Enjoy.
Because before I didn't need to get away bad enough, let me share with you the past 24 hours.
They are so wonderful.
Put the kids to bed last night.
Woke up early to have my coffee. Went outside to get the paper.
Notice the MASSIVE toilet paper job bestowed upon our house courtesy of the Jr. High football team.
Thanks to all of the parents who let their children participate. Nice. On a church day.
Jason is out of town writing his book. Guess who gets to clean it up?
Picked up the house and did millionth load of cloth diapers. (Totally over it.)
Made an eggnog latte. First happy moment.
Smelled major poop. Assumed it was Halley's pull-up, no biggie.
Get Halley up. Change poopy pull-up. Put her in the costume of the day. Today it is Cinderella.
Lucy is whining in her crib. The usual. Open her door.
My little Houdini unzipped her sleeper and removed her ENORMOUS POOPY DIAPER!
Every rung of the crib. The walls. The sheets. Babydolls. Blankets. Carpet. Turtle that plays music and lights. Eyes. Ears. Hair. Mouth. Nose. Torso. Arms. Legs.
Now Halley is crying because Lucy looks so scary.
Take picture to send to Jason.
Get them cereal and put on Yo Gabba Gabba.
Use just about every Clorox wipe in the house.
Throw music and lights turtle in trash. Bye bye $25.
As I am contorting to clean the crib my favorite jeans rip. Bye bye $50 plus another $20 for alterations. Now they are in the trash with the poop extravaganza.
It' s only 9 a.m.
When are we leaving?