From Wit’s End

We woke up to gloomy rain coming from the sky and doomy news coming from the radio this morning. Jack is almost potty trained, but not quite, and managed to sol his underwear this morning. Poopy.

I came home at lunch to pick up something and found a nice dogpile that Katdog left in the kitchen. Poopy.

I got home from work in the evening, and Rachel told me that Jack had gotten his pants dirty two more times that afternoon. Poopy.

Trying to help out a little bit after dinner, I advanced the laundry from hamper to washer and another load from washer to dryer. When I pulled the laundry out of the dryer at about ten o’clock, I found brown streaks all over the clothes and the inside of the dryer. Poopy?

It turns out that when I had moved the laundry from the washer to the dryer, some of it fell on the floor. When I picked it up to put it in the dryer, I accidentally picked up a pair of Jack’s soiled pants that Rachel had hurriedly left there in the afternoon. Poopy!

I told Rachel about it, and we figured out what happened. She graciously offered to clean out the dryer with bleach water, and I reloaded the spoiked laundry back into the washer with an extra soak cycle. We finally got to turn out the lights at eleven o’clock. I can’t say for sure, but hopefully tomorrow won’t be quite so… Poopy.