green | yuck

I woke up to poop. Meg's poop, to be exact. She had taken her diaper off at some point and then pooped all over the kitchen floor. Which, I guess I should be grateful it wasn't the carpet. The kitchen floor is much easier to clean up.

After she pooped, though, she sat down naked and poopy on the newly recovered kitchen chairs, which are NOT easy to clean. I don't know how long she sat there, but by the time I woke up, the poop on her butt and legs had dried and I had to use a soapy washcloth (instead of the trusty baby wipes) to clean her.

Then she rolled over in bed and went back to sleep. UGH.

I'm writing! This fic wants to be longer. I just want to finish it. It's like a standoff between me and the fic, the fic and me.

So how are YOU doing today?