I can't believe I'm going to tell this story. It really makes me look bad in soooo many ways. But after reading Laura's post-I figured I could share too.
So-this week we've been potty-training and Josie's been wearing underwear to daycare. Well-the first day wasn't great-right off the bat she had a BM in her underwear. So-I've got two plastic baggies of clothes from daycare to deal with. I didn't get to them until today. Yeah-you see where this is going, right?
I had gone to the store earlier to buy a sled for the upcoming snow and passed by a Doritos display. Now I love me some Doritos-so I bought some. I went home to kill an hour before picking up Josie and indulged in said Doritos and People's Court.
Before heading out-I decided maybe I should start a load of laundry and was greeted with the plastic bags of grossness on the washing machine. Oh yeah . . .
Open the nasty bag and realized that the undies hadn't been, uh, "scraped" . . .(man i don't know how folks with cloth diapers do it). Anyway-I headed to the bathroom to deal with it and immediately started gagging. Now-I can deal with poopy diapers. Not a huge deal-not fun, but better than PUKE-but to clean off the underwear that's been sitting in a plastic bag is disgusting. Because you get to see it all real close and personal. (OMG-am I really writing about POOP?) I kept gagging until soon-back up came the Doritos. At least I was standing right over the toilet.
so yeah-this potty training thing is going to be dandy.
Today-not a single accident at daycare. But then-she hasn't done the deed yet either. . .