The Glamorous Life

It is true, I lead a pretty glamorous life. This is highlighted by the fact that many times during the week I find myself cleaning poop. Yes, I said it, POOP! As a mother and a dog owner there are no ways around it.  If I'm not cleaning the yard or picking up after one of the dogs on a walk, then I'm thinking about when Cotton's next poopsplosion might occur. My gag reflexes certainly get a work out.

This morning the baby woke up in a pile of his own poop. There was no mistaking it when I walked into that smelly bedroom. So I picked him up, took off the sheet and proceeded downstairs to get him cleaned up and start a load of laundry. It was messy, but not the worst I've seen. The gross part about all of it was that about 10 minutes after I thought everything was clean and fresh I kept smelling a hint of poop. Well dear readers, I found a big splotch of it on my arm. Yes, my arm! I guess things don't phase me as much as they used to because got some soap and water, washed my arm, and brewed my next cup of coffee.

I  know you're all jealous of the glamour...and don't worry, I promise I won't post any pictures of it. But I will include a couple of cute ones of Jr. for your viewing pleasure: