dog poo, human poo, it’s all the same, right?

Day One – 5AM: (Claire is screaming, “Monsters!”)

(unidentifiable swearing from Matt) “…what the hell?…..I JUST STEPPED IN DOG SHIT!”

I then went into Claire’s room and stayed there until the swearing and scuffling ended.

Day Two – 6:30AM: (Claire is in bed with us talking about how Owls poop bones and Luca is in his crib, fussing.)

Matt: “Claire, go turn on Luca’s music.”

Claire goes into Luca’s room, turns on the music and says, “Uh oh.”

Matt walks into Luca’s room and says, “There’s crap…everywhere.”

Me (still foggy brained): “WHA?”

Matt and I both look at Luca and see a lovely brown ring around his mouth and poo on his hands…


By 7:30AM Luca’s had a bath, the tub has been bleached and scrubbed clean, laundry has been started, his crib has been bleached and scrubbed clean, the basement floor was bleached and scrubbed clean (Sadie was down there for the night with her bowel issues,) and breakfast was made. Are we efficient or what?


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Posted on March 10, 2010, in Cassie, chaos and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Kids are getting shitfaced younger and younger any more. I blame MTV.

  2. Gives a new meaning to “potty mouth” :o)

  3. Oh, nasty. That’s much worse than the Lila’s cat crap I had to clean up all over your house a few months ago. You win!

  4. At the end of this post, I was not thinking, Well now, what’s for breakfast?

  5. Oh, man. You need a Mojito, STAT.

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