Das Pukenshit Haus

There are many days in my life since becoming a mom that I felt like I was living in Das Pukenshit Haus. Today was one of those days! My mom babysat last night and slept over. It was a wonderful Sunday morning, and a rare day where I got to sleep in late as Nana got up with the baby. I lazily strolled downstairs to learn that the baby had diarrhea and she was giving her a bottle of water. Whew, I got out of this one! That is until six hours later when I found the diarrhea diaper still sitting on the changing table, breathing in the open air. Gotta love that smell! Then I noticed my cat, who has a strange fixation with eating balloon strings, had regurgitated it and was eating the leftovers as a snack! Top that off with my three-year-old, who seems to have forgotten show to do number two on the potty. The evening ended with his second bath of the day, thankfully from his very wonderful dad, who did his best to remove the poop that was all over his third change of clothes. Yes, it's glamorous being the Supermom in Das Pukenshit Haus!