Showering is Overrated

So many things happen while I am in the shower.  I had a fabulous idea for a post with a clever name including all the things my little monkey child has done while I am in there.  Her jaw accident happened only seconds after I had that thought (while in the shower of course) and I, for reasons of PTSD I am sure, have not done it.  I happened upon this picture today while hiding in the schoolroom avoiding mothering my children who do not intend to be mothered anytime soon and just couldn't resist.  

 

So I am in the shower obviously, and I come down all clean and refreshed, ready to tackle anything that might come my way.  I stumble, literally, upon a diaper - gross!  I think to myself, "Did I really forget to throw this away after I changed her?"  I am certifiable lately, you never know.  I convince myself that yes indeed that must be, and continue to go about my business (yes I threw it away and washed my foot first).  Shortly thereafter I am greeted by my bundle of joy and mischief and I notice her pants look a little lose.  She does have a fresh diaper on I tell myself, and again I am on my way.  A bit later, as I am happily humming a tune while dusting, mopping, and other fun things, I see her again but this time from the backside.  Something looks odd but I am fairly far away.  Upon closer inspection this is what I see.  

As I reach in to pull her diaper up (because that is obviously the problem) I find there is no diaper to pull up.  Yep, she took it off, left it for me to step in, put her pants back on and went on with her important business of the day.  How exciting!  

 

This is topped only by the time my visiting teachers (lovely ladies that visit me with a spiritual message each month and make sure I am not actually certifiable) were over, and she came around the corner holding her finger out saying, "poopy, poopy, mommy".  I do declare that was fun to clean up.  What did my visiting teachers do you ask?  Well of course, they stayed and helped like any good vt would.  I believe it went something like this, "Well I guess that's our cue to go!"  Where is the compassion there?  At least she didn't paint the walls like another little potty problem maker Jacob, oh those were the days.  Well enough about bowel habits this fine Easter Sunday :)