Smug as a Bug in a Rug

I've been a mommy for 3 years, 5 months, 1 week and 3 days. I have tons of mommy friends- tons. I always cringe a little bit when I hear some of them talk about little junior not sleeping through the night or when their poor kiddos fuss because they are teething- and especially when I hear of lil' buddy pooping in the bathtub. After offering my condolences, I smugly think to myself, "I'm so lucky those things never happen to me."

It's not good to be smug. LM pooped in the bathtub tonight. And not the kind that would float and you could quickly scoop out yourself and then just disinfect up to your armpit. Yep, it was runny and squishy and there were pieces of it everywhere in their bathtub and... well, that's about all I can say about it without throwing up in my mouth a little bit. (You're welcome for that mental image, by the way.)

On a positive note, it was time to give the bathtoys a good scrub down anyway, so they are currently drying out by the kitchen sink, before they take a spin through the dishwasher.

I'm hoping it will be at least another 3 years, 5 months, 1 week and 3 days before I relive that experience. Next time it happens to you, I promise I will be more sympathetic and supportive. I'll even bring you a pair of rubber gloves for cleaning out your tub.