but it was supposed to be friday!

My day started off as a literal shit show.

October 2, 2015: Exhibit 1.

October 2, 2015: Exhibit 2.

Not pictured: exhibit 3 - A poopified Piper.

This is the one time I am glad that we don't let Piper 'cry it out'. We never adopted the practice because she would only scream louder the longer we left her alone. If she had been a baby we let cry it out.. I don't even want to think about how heinous her crib would have been after rolling around/getting up/plopping down in anger over and over again. So needless to say it was a huge ordeal to start off my day. 

1. Scream, "Oh shit. OH SHIT!" in your head while making wild hand gestures.

2. Quickly run and grab a towel to protect the carpet (bad mom point 1?)

3. Remove pajamas without getting poop in her mouth/nose/eyes/hair.

4. Grab the entire wipe refill pack to asses the situation.

5. Basically bathe Piper with wipes (because it's 6:00am and lets be real.. I can't even think about running an actual bath for this kid right now. Bad mom point 2?) and get her in fresh pajamas.

6. Change sheets and spot clean the mattress.

7. Get Piper back into bed and thank the powers that be that her blankie somehow remained unscathed because we would have been done for.

8. Get rid of all evidence (but take some pictures first because you want to get in the habit of blogging shit).  -- Haha, there was no way I wasn't going to go there.

But you know who happened to sleep peacefully through this entire happening? Brendon.

Can anyone else relate?

Now with the girls long in bed I'm finishing this post after being able to finally watch episode five of Narcos. If you haven't heard of, or had time to catch this one on Netflix; I highly recommend you try to fit it in at some point. It might take me three more weeks to watch the last five episodes; but I'm sure it will be worth it in the end.

Goodnight.

Leia