Not for the Faint of Heart

Here it is people. You see, I am a Stay-at-Home Mom, Domestic Engineer, Mistress of My Domain, Child Developement Director, whatever you want to call it, but something new has been added to my job title (if there ever really was one). With two small changes I have officially become a HAZMAT Specialist.

Change #1 was the addition of this little Smush.


Change #2 was G leading the way to being potty trained.


These two things upped my contact with HAZMAT liquids exponentially. In all seriousness, this is not a job for the weak of stomach or faint of heart. Just ask Matt. On any given day, I make contact with up to 7 types of bodily fluids from 2 different little boys. I won't list them out because talking about stuff like this makes my stomach turn, but cleaning it off my floors, that I can do. It's business. You just GET. IT. DONE.

G is doing a great job with potty training and I won't go into details because this is a blog and I am sure he wouldn't want me posting about his business sometime down the road. I will say that I have learned a lot, including that my life is at a point where progress in potty training makes me want to do back flips and call every one I know. Sad, right?

Good thing that at the end of the day sweet baby coos and an adorable toddler hiney in big boy undies erase all images of HAZMAT encounters.