7.11.08
Yesterday, after cleaning up a major Lucy blowout, I looked down and noticed a smear of poop across my shirt.
Wanna know the scary part?
I actually debated with myself for a good 2 minutes if it was really necessary to change it or if I could just power through for the rest of the day.
WHEN DID I BECOME "THAT MOM????????"
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JILL STAY AWAY FROM THE POOP SHIRTS! It only ever leads to vomit hair, stuck on food pants, and smelly smelly business. :P
good one.