Helpful Hints - The Shitty Edition

To say I had a shitty week would be an understatement. By Wednesday I'd pretty much had enough but the week was not through with me yet. Oh, no...no no no....not yet. I'll just give you some highlights:

Thursday night I was upstairs folding some laundry and I left the baby downstairs with all the other people that live here. I said, "Watch the baby, I'm going up to fold some towels." Mistake #1 - I got no confirmation from ANYONE that anyone heard what I had said. Mistake #2 - I assumed that they were listening and would comply with my request. Mistake #3 - I left the job to other people.

I come walking down the stairs about 10 minutes later and I can already smell it. I look over at the baby and I see this red/orange/brown goop everywhere and instantly I know he's had a blow out. I yell, "Holy shit!" (Funny, no?) And everyone instantly perks up "What? What happened? What's going on?!" Oh, NOW you wanna know? Psh. I run over to scoop K up and realize that he had this blowout about 5-10 minutes ago. There is sweet potato poop everywhere. Since no one was paying attention to the little guy he proceeded to crawl through the living room - thus dragging his poop with him - and then back through it again. It was on his legs, his arms, his chest....it was all over his toys, the carpet...UGH! *gag* So much fun.

Hint? Don't ask anyone in my house to watch your baby.

Friday woke me up with a shitty attitude. (Poop pun intended.) It only got worse when I discovered the 3 year old, Beetle, in the bathroom covered in...yep, you guessed it - poop. It was on the wall, on the toilet, all over the floor. On his legs, his stomach, his hands. *SCREAM* Are you EFFING kidding me?!? That was a blast to clean up. Craptastic.

Hint? Do not assume your preschooler is smart enough to not play in his own feces.

We were supposed to head out of town this weekend with the family. Our big vacation was cancelled for financial reasons, so we planned to take some smaller trips. Thursday night we refigured our finances and discovered that we aren't even going to be able to do all of the mini trips we'd planned. Telling the kids was fun. Or not. Anyway - we decided to go ahead and still do this day trip, so on Friday Rob rook the Suburban in for an alignment. They didn't do the alignment. Wanna know why? I'll assume you do if you're still reading. Because all FOUR ball joints are bad. Guess how much THAT costs to fix?? NINE FREAKING HUNDRED DOLLARS.

Yeah. $900.

Rob and his dad went and bought the parts and some special tool for closer to $300 and are trying to fix it themselves, today. It's not going well. So, we had to cancel our trip and stay home. Oh - we still had fun at the park and pool and we dragged out the fire pit and cooked out last night - but still...we were looking forward to the trip.

Hint? There is no hint here, I just wanted to whine.