A Poop Story

It's been awhile since I talked about poop.

I would like to share an e-mail I received from my Mother soon after arriving at work:

My Dearest Steph,

Be glad you're at work today. Be very glad. I just had a horrific
experience with a massive amount of poop. Stella was sitting in the
bumbo seat & got a little fussy, so I picked her up to see what was
the matter. (Sounds a bit like the "Night Before Christmas", but in
reality it was the "Nightmare Before Christmas"). I smelled
something. When I got to the bed & started to pull her pants off,
there was $#!@ everywhere! It had squeezed out the side of the
diaper, down her leg, all over the onesie. I thought I was going to
cry because I didn't know how to handle this poop situation alone! I
kept asking Stella, "What are we going to do?" She just kept waving
her arms & legs which was no help at all in this situation. Whew!
My room smells like West Point. Anyway, we made it & she's all
cleaned up. I have a load of poopy laundry. I am so glad I wasn't
out somewhere because I would have wailed! The precious baby is
content now -- wonder why......

Have a good day!

Your loving mother!
xxoo

I can't even describe how hard I laughed at this. And then I realized I would rather be at home dealing with Stella's shit (literal) than shit (figurative) at work.

I need to go now and do some actual work since it is 2:40 pm and so far I have:

**Called Cavalier to cancel our Broadband TV because it BLOWS.
**Called Cavalier to get them to check our phone which has not had a dial tone in 2 days.
**Called our insurance agent to change our car insurance.
**Called Dish Network and ordered their stuff - I joined the modern world and got a DVR!
**Went to Target for a new curling iron and came out with a new curling iron, socks for Stella, ziploc bags, magazines, some lotion, a couple hair accessories, and some F&^%*&&^ Dark Chocolate Covered Almonds of which I ate the whole bag and now my stomach hurts.