Dirty Jobs

There is nothing quite like starting your day out with a baby that pooped in the bathtub the moment you left them to their own devices while you threw a load of laundry in to wash.  Even worse is when you have two babies in the tub and you aren't sure which one did it, (although you have your suspicions).

It's moments like this, that as a mother warrior you have to:

A.) Pray neither baby ingested said disgustingness.

B.) Try to extract both babies out of the gross bath water without letting any of that toxic goo touch your hands.

C.) Try to figure out the most sanitary and least gag worthy way to clean the tub and restore it to it's clean and bathe worthy state.

This is definitely one of the least glamorous moments of being a mom. No one is there to give you a big pat on the back for the fact that you didn't dry heave your way through the extraction process. There's no high fives for the way you got both sopping wet naked babies dried and dressed in record time so they didn't pee or have another accident all over the floor after you literally had to run, slide across the wood floors in your socks, and chase them down as they sprinted away leaving little wet footprints everywhere.

I would say by 9:00 this morning, I accomplished a feat way above my pay grade. I deserve a raise.