Grin and Bear It

    So this morning, Sunday, January 1st, 2017, Andrew was in the kitchen trying to ignore the chaos that goes on Sunday mornings before church. I don't blame him, and sometimes you have to just let it all happen for the sake of your own sanity. I was trying to mostly ignore it, myself. What's different about this morning was that our Sunday morning church service started an hour later than normal, giving us a little more leisure time than we're used to.
    After the boys finished their breakfast I stripped them out of their jammies, and took their diapers off for literally just a minute. I was about to go search for the new package of diapers when I see a few turds on the floor. Yes, there was poop on my kitchen floor again. So there I stood, over the poop, like a crossing guard, stopping traffic from all directions. My husband, trying to drink a rare cup of coffee, stood there in disbelief, with mouth agape. I graciously accepted his offer to clean it up while I cleaned up the pooper.
   So after that was all taken care of, I decided to use my extra time to dig through the mountain of clean laundry for the boys' church socks. I mean, we have about 16 pairs, but only one and a half put away. So  I knew they were in there, probably at the bottom.
   As I was working on that, in walks Callen, un-diapered. Sigh. He's been doing that himself lately. I noticed something different this time. There was poop in his butt as he walked away from me. Really?? So I alerted my husband. (I was cross-legged on the floor, in the midst of Mt. St. Laundry, so I couldn't just jump up and run after him.) He located the diaper on the floor in the dining room.  Poopy. So he picked it up but, of course, it rolled out, onto the floor. Why not, right?  My husband really kept his cool through this. I'm really surprised.
   When you have days like this, sometimes you just have to laugh about it. Oh, and this was all before Sunday morning service. Life is interesting, that's for sure!