Friday, June 24, 2005

And So It Begins...

At only 9AM and I can't get the smell of shit off my hands. Carson has pooped in his pants AGAIN. About 3 minutes *after* I asked, "Carson, do you need to poop?". gawd. How come, no matter HOW careful I am, do I always get *some* on me??? And Why, O Lord, does the smell dive deep into my skin and stay there no matter how many times or with whatever antibacterial/perfumed soap I scrub my skin raw!? And most importantly, WHY do I insist on putting my hand up to my nose and sniffing every 2/3 minutes to see if the smell has left of it's own free will!? Wonder what the rest of the day will bring? Can hardly wait! not.

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