Pooped.

I'm tired of poop. Tired of seeing it, cleaning it, wiping it, smelling it, finding it, talking about it, hearing about it, singing about it.
That's right, we sing about it. We even have a butt cream song that the 2 year old broke out one day at the store.

Don't worry, I'm not delusional- I know tomorrow is another day of diapers and potty talks.


But that's tomorrow. Today's poop has all been flushed...

At least, I think so...