To spare you all the details, I've had to add this new sign to my home decor:
or the bedding, carpet, furniture, clothes, books, and brush
And after 2 hours of arduous clean up, I came downstairs and found Addison:
Clearly, he was pooped.
Life as We Know It * the daily joys and stories of one man, one woman, and four crazy kids
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5 comments:
you are so clever. You honestly should have a blog with 1000 readers and make money from it. What could it be about?
poop. i have enough poop stories. i declared i'm no longer talking about poop. poop poop poop. i'm done.
That STINKS!! (he he!)
ROFL!
it DOES stink, Mindi!!! It really stinks!! that's what got me FIRST when I opened his bedroom door. Then to work on all the scrubbing! Now his room REAKS of carpet cleaner; will it ever smell fresh like clean linens again? (then again, did it ever?) It was sooo covered, I really considered just painting over it all, but that wouldn't really have solved anything. Somehow I still feel the 1 hour of sleep I GOT during naps was a good trade off for the 2 hour clean up job.
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