We came home, the kids ate really well and at 2pm I put them to bed. I was so incredibly tired and didn't feel well at all. Not too mention that Brian is in Kentucky for a job interview and won't be back until tomorrow. Silver lining? Brian's mom offered to come over. I stayed in my room for over 2 hours, sleeping and working on the newsletter. It was perfect.
Noah was showing some "toilet" distress. He is not potty trained, but lately has shown extreme interest in going potty, particulary when he poops. The other day, I bought him his own pull ups. (by the way, Target brand pull-ups are awesome and they are incredibly cheap, and cute!) Anyway, he looked very stressed and was walking around uncomfortably saying "potty, potty." so, I checked his diaper, to make sure it was clean, pulled his pants down and then removed his diaper. I sat him on the potty, which was already in the living room. He wouldn't sit on it, he just loves being naked, so he stood up and walked around. I literally ran into his bedroom (15 feet?) to get his pull up and during that "run" I thought "I wonder if he'll poop on the floor, if he did I bet I would blog about it." Sure enough. I heard it. Not hard poop hitting the floor, but loose poop dripping on the floor. He's been on an antibiotic for 6 days day and he always reacts with loose diapers. Anyway, there he stood, pooping on the kitchen floor. He hated it. Immediately he stepped in it and hated that even more. I didn't know what to do. I ran to get a dish towel, I wet it quickly and cleaned him up as best as possible. All I hear is Noah crying and Anna in the background saying "Noah pooped in the kitchen. That is so naughty. Noah, go in the naughty corner. Mama, did Noah poop in the kitchen? Is he so naughty?" Of course, I tried to explain accidents while cleaning the crap off of the floor, but I don't think my explanation was very effective. So, I cleaned it up with paper towels and lots of toilet flushes, kitchen cleaner and clorox bleach. And we took a very early bath. All this occurred in the middle of my dinner. Silver lining? It wasn't on the carpet.