When the Crap Hits the Sidewalk

This is a shocking story, not for those who are wimpy or weak of stomach. Nope, this is a tale that I am sorry to say has no actual photos because it happened in the blink of an eye....almost. There is a valuable lesson to be learned too, and I will tell you what that lesson might be. First! Let's begin with the beginning.

 This morning I woke up with a mission to accomplish. It was a most important mission.

 There was a large mountain to climb but I knew I could do it,no matter how steep the cliff!

 You see, this man is off work tomorrow so I am getting a day off! I will be at the quilt store most of the day sewing some pieces of fabric into a lovely new purse.

 But, a day off requires much planning of meals  and folded laundry so that these hooligans (plus a few extra) can just play with dad and nobody need worry about meals or laundry.

 Yep, I woke up this morning ready to kick some butt....and I did. I really and truly did. I went to the grocery store, cooked tomorrow's lunch and dinner. Cooked tonight's dinner, baked cookies, got sewing materials ready and finished 6 loads of laundry completely, as in it is all put away in closets and drawers! I was patting myself on the back when.....

It came out of nowhere and crashed on my head.

This crazy, wild boy was playing outside concocting a plan of gigantic proportions. (cue evil laugh)

 He wasn't out chasing a chicken.

He wasn't spraying animals or siblings with the water hose either. Nope, he was squatting  with his diaper pulled down laying a big one down on the sidewalk. Just like that. Poop.

Not only was I speechless, but the dogs could not believe it either!

Then it occurred to me that this kid just might be READY to potty train, so I did a little dance and headed outside to clean the carnage up only to discover.......

Zelda ate it.

Lesson learned: Never kiss a dog on the mouth!

Here's to a day off for me! What adventure did you have this weekend?