...Or at least I'm going to attempt to be back. It's been months since I've even logged onto my blog (coincidentally I stopped writing once I started 'working'). But I think about it. And with some encouragement from two of my friends (Katy and Sarah) and Mother's Day upon us once again, I thought what better time to get back to blogging.
I'm going to start my first back to blog post with a silly and unfortunately extremely common type of incident that happened yesterday...
We tossed the changing table months ago because it just wasn't working for us anymore, so we change my big girl on the floor. Not sure if anyone knows what toddler poop looks like, but our toddler's poop is like pellets and well, every once in a while, we have a runaway pellet. Gross I know, but we have all sorts of sh*t fall on the floor in our place and this is certainly not the worst of it.
Anyway, I didn't see the runaway, and I guess neither did Mike because he literally stepped in sh**...in our bedroom...seriously.
Two things passed through my head before laughing hysterically at his misfortune:
1. How many people can say they stepped in poop in their bedroom?
2. Is it good luck? You know like rain on your wedding day or a bird pooping on your shoulder?
Sidenote: He was wearing socks and no, he didn't change them before going out.