Oh Poop

I just cleaned up a bathtub of crap. And when I say "crap," I literally mean : crap. You haven't lived until you have had to scoop up floating poopies from your child's tubbie.

Apparently, Griffin had corn today. I, however, may never eat corn again. EVER.

Chris has been out of town since early, early Tuesday morning. He doesn't return until Saturday. I am just about to go digging into the basement for our last bottle of wine. Please, dear Lord let there be a bottle of wine. Because nothing says you deserve a nice glass of red wine like cleaning up your child's poop.