Mopping Up


The day I don't have to clear up some unGodly secretion from one or other of my offspring will be a happy one. Between William's potty training and James' weaning it's total carnage.

Last night William surpassed himself by appearing in the bedroom doorway sans nappy and announced that he'd 'done a poo in the bed'. We rushed next door to find he'd put his nappy and trousers in his chest of drawers before getting back into bed and basically smearing everything in range with excrement. Marvellous. So much for my chill-out in the bath. It took about half an hour to shower Will, scrape every stained bit of fabric from his room and replace it.
5 minutes later a caterpillar-esque William emerged from the base of his bedroom door plaintively crying 'Rabbit, My Rabbit.' Rabbit had been left on the toy box amidst the pandemonium. Reunited, peace followed.
Positives? Well you've got to give him credit for trying, and because he had to sleep in his bag (the duvet having been removed) for a change, it meant Eddie and I got a lie-in this morning - he couldn't come into our room until unzipped :)

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