poop

I yelled a lot yesterday.
A LOT.
And to top off the day,
I swore.
A LOT.
(sorry mom and dad.)


It was going from bad to worse so Nate and I finally threw in the towel.
Forget cleaning up, forget brushing teeth, forget stories, just go to bed.
It was quiet.
For 2 min.


Then Marley started screaming again.
Nate went in shouting threats, 
she was upset.
From my bed I heard this:


"I have poop in my mouth."


Nate didn't understand what she was saying and told her to go to sleep.
Because of course she is making this up.
Why would she have poop in her mouth.


"I have an owie in my bum."


I was confused.
I stormed in and pulled her out of bed into the light of the bathroom.


Where I saw poop on her face.


"Nate, she ate @#$%."


Awesome.


More screaming, more swearing, 
into the tub, 
scraping poop off the roof of her mouth with a toothbrush.


A reminder talk of how we don't touch our privates, and if we eat poop and pee we will get sick and die.


Back to bed.


Then I had Nate go get the bag of the kids Halloween candy. 
I went to town on that bad boy.


Here's to a new day.