Sometimes I’m amazed this is my life. And usually that’s in a good way – today, not so much.

My life has been shit the past 5 days.  Milo has had something up with him that has made him have diarrhea for several days now. [don't worry, I took him into the doctors this morning for them to double check him and tell me nothing new, he's a kid with a shitting issue.]

Anyway- right before we jammed out the door to the doctors this morning Rocky decided he was feeling left out and decided to shit all over the house, diarrhea. RAD!!! More SHIT!

My House? reeks of shit. I have multiple scented candles burning their little hearts out, they don’t even mask the smell of turd that is aromatically invading this house. I decided to keep Rocky locked in the kitchen for the rest of the day, in case he had any more accidents, that way it’d be easier to clean up. I notcied right as I was serving MJ dinner that Rocky had a tiny bit of turd stuck on to his back side. Mentally Noted it, and moved on with feeding Milo dinner. Bad move on my part.

20 minutes goes by and I’m sitting at the table eating my dinner, twittering, while Milo is playing with Rocky in the kitchen. All of a sudden I hear Milo wining. Not unusual for this time of the evening.  Then he comes up and rubs my arm crying, look down to discover Rocky’s turdlet hanging from MJ’s finger smearing it on my arm. :::::::commence insane freakout::::::::

OMFG this is my life. Shit, shit, and more shit. I’m surrounded with shit. I feel like I have way too many stories about poop that I could only wish were made up but, they are soooo my reality; sadly.