3 P's

Do you ever have those days where you think you're in the homestretch, only to have the crappiest evening ever? My day was going perfectly fine. Good day with Eli. Had lunch with some friends. Work was exhausting, but fine. It's a Thursday, which means that Aaron was playing softball. So I get all the Eli night-time duties. Again, this is normal. Manageable.

Then 7:30 rolls around. Eli had been in a great mood, even though it was nearing bedtime. And we go upstairs for his bath. I generally let him run around without his diaper for a few minutes before his bath, even though it's pretty much asking for trouble. But I'm generally of the "what's the worst that can happen" mindframe. Well, tonight I found out exactly what is the worst that can happen. I'll spare you the gory details. But suffice it to say, he managed to get two different types of P-words on the floor. Yes, pee and poop. Needless to say, I was less than pleased. Particularly since I had to clean it up - off the floor and him (yes, it's even more disgusting that he stepped in it). Thank God it was bathtime and he was going straight to the bath after that. But still. It had been a perfectly lovely day up to that point. And of course I had to be home alone to have to deal with it with no help.

So that accounts for 2 of the 3 P's from the title of this post. The last P is much less disgusting and dramatic. I managed to tip over my pop off the coffeetable and get it all over the leather couch and floor. I cleaned it up with relative ease. But I just couldn't believe I managed to get 3 different types of P-words on my carpet in one evening. I think it's definitely time to go to bed and pray for a better day tomorrow...