It has been all of five minutes since I published my last post, gave up on the whole idea of my child pooping in the toilet today, let him win this particular battle and went into the living room.
What does he do?
Starts pooping in his pants!
Yes. The little shit shit his pants! My ass is still numb from the bathroom floor and he doesn't even have the decency to let me get my laptop plugged up before he lets it go.
What ingratitude! I mean he acts like he is two years old!
Or a husband.
Speaking of which, we are back in the bathroom, Punkin' is on the toilet (of course he isn't finishing his job), and we are waiting on DH to get home from the store.
I was going to cook lasagna tonight, but he decided he would "help me out" and "let me relax" by cooking hamburgers (yea, in my most sarcastic tone) on the grill. Now if I was cooking I would be:
- in the kitchen
- not in the bathroom begging for poopie
Now that would be relaxing. Instead, I will be inside dealing with poop and piss while hubby is outside grilling and drinking Sam Adams.
He is soooo considerate.