So, this morning, I started teaching lessons at 7. Isaac woke up early so I put him down to watch Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. (It's his new favorite) I started to hear Logan move around a bit at like 7:40 and I had 20 minutes left of the lesson. So I decided that he could spend the 20 minutes in his bed and when I switched lessons, I would get him up and give him his breakfast. So at 8, I say goodbye to my two students and start to head back to the boys' room. I open the door to the worst smell and I start to say "Oh Logan! You made a poo poo!" I only got to the the "you made" when I saw his face. It was COVERED in poo. His entire left side of his face, legs, arms, blanky, bed, sheets, pillow, and other blanket was SMEARED. To make things worse, He had coated his binky with a lovely layer of poo and was in the process of sucking on it... I know! TOTALLY GROSSSSSSSSS!
So I panicked! I had two students on their way to receive their lesson. I pulled him into the bathroom and looked at the disaster I had to clean up... I don't know how I did it. I put him in the bath-tub and as I turned on the water, my student came in. I had her start to work on her scales while I gave poop-head a bath. It was spectacular!!!!! It was super Ironic because just an hour before this happened I told myself "Self, This is going to be a good day. I declare it so!"
As famously quoted by a very wise man (my Dad)
"I have always maintained (and always will), that it takes a very strong stomach to be a parent.
Fear not -- into the fray!!!!
Tomorrow will be a better day."
And tomorrow will be a better day! I declare it so!!! ;)
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