Well what started off innocently enough ended in a pile of poop, literally.
Ahhh freedom, Ikea shopping, did you know they have a child care? Ya it's great, you can leave your kids there for 90 blessed, splendid minutes. Uniterrupted shopping. ahhhhhhh bliss.
NOT>
This was the first time my kids were all the right height, the right age and potty trained and actually wanted to go. Whoopeeee!
I checked them into the child care center and said my bi bi's. I wanted to call my friends and brag. Unfortunately my phone was almost dead. Shopping was great, I got what I need, I mean it is an hour away from my house so we had to make it worth it. I was decorating my daughters bedroom. Suddenly so close to the finish line, checkout. I am paged. It wasn't like a little buzz it was an annoying non stop beeping. I couldn't have just hid it in my purse and pretend it wasn't me. At last I left my cart of treasures near the check out line promising the guy I would be back. ya right.
Judah pooped. In his pants. A lot. It was a mess, a stinky yellow, mushy mess, and as I tried my best to clean the horridness that was, I finally gave up and threw his clothes in the garbage. Thankfully Ikea provides diapers, so that is how we left a very upset mom and three little ducks, one just stinky and diapered with no shoes. Please don't judge moms when you see them in the state I was in, you never know what they have been through. I had to go to Walmart so I found a pair of cheap shorts and got through that fiasco.
Anyway when we got home to find the dog had gotten into a nasty pull up as well. It just sometimes is not fun.
