Fear of poop. Yep, that's right...

So, it is bath time for my children again. This is one of those mommy chores that I DO NOT look forward to. It used to be that I just didn't like it. If someone asked me why, I wouldn't have an answer...I just don't like it. That being said, unfortunately, neither does Seth so somehow the task is usually deferred to me; unless, of course, I actually ask Seth and the reply I get most of the time is "Do they really need one tonight?" Ugh. (*sigh*) I guess it's my turn to fish out the poop again tonight.

Yes, you read that right. My dear little angelic (*pure sarcasm*) Sophia waits the entire day -- until the moment she is in the bathtub -- to poop. ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
I cringe when I hear Kailee scream "MOOOOMMMMM!!! Sophia pooped in the bath tub!" I rush in to find Kailee standing on the tips of her toes in the corner of the bathtub as far away from the stinky submarine floating in the tub. Let me remind you that most of the time I can't even see it because of all of the bubbles. YUCK!!!

I take a deep breath (willing my head NOT to explode) and wrap Kailee in a towel as I get her out of the tub, do the same with Sophia -- sitting her on the toddler "potty seat" that attaches to the "big girl potty (and praying she doesn't fall in because she doesn't exactly know how to sit on it yet), fish out all of the toys and put them in the sink (spraying them with LOTS of Lysol), and procede to let the water out and clean up the nasty mess...all the while I am praying that there is more hot water. Apparently, the owner of the rental here thought it would be funny to get the smallest hot water heater known to man... So, I Lysol the tub, run more water, and put the girls back in.



Seriously...did I sign up for this? What was I thinking???

I. don't. want. to. do. it!!!

I guess I could just let my darling angels (*ugh*) go without a bath for a week, a month, the rest of their lives??? Oh wait, I have to live with them...so, off I go to do the unfathomable...wish me luck!