classically monday

I shivered at work all day today. I hate being cold, but I had to strip down to my tank top within my first hour there. The morning began with immediately on arrival changing one baby out of the poo smeared clothes I found him in, after which he then saturated my jeans in puke, before that was dry the other baby then peed all over my side (through his ill applied diaper, which itself remained dry) and then proceeded to bust my lip with a head-butt. I feel so loved.

This lovely hour would only happen on a Monday. sigh. I still love you boys. Still not as bad as when my friend Jessica's toddler Judea decided we were talking too much amongst only ourselves, and not paying her enough attention so she approached me unashamedly with her fully loaded diaper, reached in and daintily smeared poop all over my leg. Twice. Yep we cleaned it up, had a laugh, and 5 minutes later she did it again. Guess she really meant it. At least there have been no intentional assaults from the boys quite yet... as far as I can tell anyway. There are just those days though where it kinda sorta feels like a conspiracy from two partners in crime...