We had a play-date yesterday that started at 3 p.m.
We rolled in at 3:30. Why? I had to manually unclog our 58 year-old toilet because Piper dropped a record shattering turd (HOW do tiny people do this!?) then used enough toilet paper to kickstart another global shortage. Oh, and apparently we don’t own a plunger. This dirty job impressed my kids. They’re still talking about “Mommy’s rubber potty gloves.”
Who run this mutha? Moms.