A Rough Morning
The other day it was about 6:30 AM and the two boys were watching television on my bed while I got ready in the bathroom. I heard some giggling but figured they were laughing at the show they were watching. When I came out, I discovered that my oldest (4) had helped my younger one (2) off with his sleepy pajamas and diaper. With his new found freedom, my toddler left 6 perfect little dollops of poop in various spots of my bedroom floor. Quite an artist. I was livid. As I yelled, I attempted to clean up the disaster, using lots of toilet paper and depositing it in my toilet bowl. I guess I must have stopped up the toilet because while I was washing the little one off in his room, I heard my older son go to the bathroom and flush my toilet. About 5 minutes later I heard rushing water and realized that the toilet had MAJORLY overflowed. So much so that it was coming down through the floor below to the kitchen. I ran down to the kitchen and discovered a waterfall in the middle of my kitchen ceiling. I finally got things under control. It took hours to clean up and had to call a repair guy to deal with the ceiling. That night when I was getting into bed I reached down for the notebook that I keep by my bed for to-do lists. I picked it up to discover another little dollop of poop that I had missed. It had now hardened and I had to throw out my notebook.
