Oh dear god.
Daddy-o is out of town and I have an early (for me) meeting in the morning.
I thought it would be sweet (and efficient) for to take a bath with Boopsie tonight.
Boopsie thought it would be a great night to try pooping in the bathtub.
Miraculously, I didn’t throw up.
Now, if you’ll excuse me (and the bleach fumes) I’m going to go huddle in the fetal position for the next several hours.