I literally had a shitty day, as in it began and ended with poop. This morning while getting Sophie changed for school, I opened her diaper only to reveal a massive pile of what looked like mashed avocados. While wiping her, I inadvertantly knocked the diaper on the floor next to my foot. I picked it up, finished getting her dressed, and rushed out the door.
About 2 hours later, Wesley called to say that Victoria needed 2 crowns and possibly a root canal, or two. What 4-year-old needs dental work of this magnitude?! That poor child inherited my jacked up teeth. If that's the case, a skin graft for her gumline, tooth extractions, and braces are sure to follow.
After receiving that disheartening news, I went about the rest of my day as normal. I met with a few employees about retirement, talked with my co-workers, and dug through my mound of paperwork that gets bigger by the day. At about 4:30 as my day was winding down, I went to the supply cabinet. I happened to look down and noticed something on my pants. It was green and crusty. Turns out when that diaper dropped on the floor, it must have brushed up against my pants, leaving a good 2 inch glob of poo on my pant leg. I'd walked around with it on there all day and was none the wiser. Such is the life of a full-time working mother, I guess.