no. way.

there is no delicate way to put this.

my child just had a sh*tstorm in his crib.

pooped. took off pants and diaper. smeared excrement everywhere.

then he called for mommy.

aren't you glad you're reading my blog today?

epilogue: bdub is home. he is dressing child and taking child, along with soiled linens & stuffed animals, to the laundromat. he is then purchasing (several?) bottles of wine and asparagus (again, bite me, trader joe's). how much do i love him?