You know those dreams where they just keep getting worse? It's like, around each corner is something scarier? Or the harder you try to run the slower you go? Or your daughter wakes you up because she's upset about her dress covered in poo and then you look down and see that yes, indeed her (new) dress is covered in poo and she is wearing panties instead of a diaper and they, also, are covered in poo, and then you realize that somewhere in the house must be covered in poo as well and so you rush to the bathroom to wash off the poo that is all up her back and find that she had already been there to try to wash her dress and that your younger daughter joined her and is playing in the now-flooded sink spilling poo-water all over the floor and then wants to get in the tub with the first daughter and then they start grabbing all the tub toys and so you're not sure what or whom has poo on it/her so you just start spraying everything with the shower attachment but the girls start bawling because they're scared of it and so you try to do everything fast to get all the poo off before they manage to escape and when they finally do escape, because you're distracted with making sure all the poop remnants actually make it to and down the drain, you follow them into their room and then you see the cause of it all --the poopy diaper on the floor that your daughter took off herself, along with all the wipes and toilet paper she used trying to clean it up herself before she sat on the bed (!!) to put on her panties and her new Rapunzel dress-up dress that cannot be washed (what idiot thought up that idea?!) which was promptly smeared with poo from the panties.
Yeah, I hate that.
March 2023
11 months ago
1 comment:
I was going to say that has to be the longest run-on sentence ever, but I think you just need sympathy. You are officially oriented to pro-motherhood!
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