Guys. I am fucking traumatized over here. A's lunch ended abruptly with an explosive diarrhea poop that shot out her shorts and diaper and onto the floor and MY FOOT. I get her hosed down and run a bubble bath for her and she poops again in the tub. Drain the tub and get her hosed down and cleaned up again. All the while the baby is fussing and crying because she's hungry now.
Ok, so I feed the baby and take her in to change her diaper and come out and my fucking dumbass dog has eaten all the poo off the floor.
I'm laughing like a crazy person right now because otherwise I'll cry.
Aw, poor A - and poor you! I've had explosive runs to the bathroom today too. Every now and then stress and anxiety hit my digestive system just right...
Guys. I am fucking traumatized over here. A's lunch ended abruptly with an explosive diarrhea poop that shot out her shorts and diaper and onto the floor and MY FOOT. I get her hosed down and run a bubble bath for her and she poops again in the tub. Drain the tub and get her hosed down and cleaned up again. All the while the baby is fussing and crying because she's hungry now.
Ok, so I feed the baby and take her in to change her diaper and come out and my fucking dumbass dog has eaten all the poo off the floor.
I'm laughing like a crazy person right now because otherwise I'll cry.
Silver lining: dog eating poo = motzie not having to clean it up. Winning.