It's become a habit of mine, in the evenings, to pick out Jake's clothes for the next day. Last night the three of us were in Jake's room playing. Bill happened to notice I had picked out a pair of plaid shorts for Jake to wear today. He said, "you're going to make him wear plaid shorts tomorrow?" Why of course! They're so cute! And why not? He has several pairs!
Bill gets Jake dressed in the mornings while I get ready for work. Between Bill leaving and me getting Jake to day care, Jake poops. It's become a regular thing. I always feel bad for getting Jake to day care with poop. Yesterday I changed him myself when we got there. Today, I was going to do the same as Miss Kathy was busy with someone else. I put Jake down and proceeded to put his bottles and food in the refrigerator. I kept smelling the poop. That's when I noticed it. I had poop all over the sleeve of my white shirt. I took off my shrit, as I was wearing a tank top underneath, and scrubbed the poop out with soap and water in the tiny sink. There was no dryer. I really didn't want to have to go back home (but I ended up doing so).
Miss Kathy got Jake all cleaned up, but the plaid shorts were covered in poop. His cute lime green onesie was also covered in poop. Guess Bill got his wish...Jake didn't end up wearing the plaid shorts today. There's always tomorrow though!
1 comment:
A mother's work is never done. I'm still not sure how such tiny bodies can produce copious amounts of nastiness.
And a white shirt?! Are you crazy?! White doesn't last five seconds over here.
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