Tonight while talking to some friends (who happen to be moms of LP's friends) on the playground, we determined that all three of us were without husbands for the evening. We decided to try to make life easier and all go to the grill at Stew's for dinner. The kids were psyched, we were happy to have grownups to talk to for another hour, and we had a nice time. The girls even ate most of their dinner in anticipation of the ice cream that would follow.
After doing some shopping, LP wasn't happy about getting in to the car. She was less thrilled to get out of the car when we got home. Shocking since she screamed bloody murder and fought me like a rabid raccoon when I tried to buckle her in at Stew's.
We eventually got in the house and I put the groceries away. AK was getting tired so I immediately started the bath and got her into it. About 5 minutes later LP decided to join us in the bathroom to go potty. AK happily played in the water while LP finished her business. As I wiped LP (sorry, TMI), I kept my eyes on AK and she was sitting and smiling and splashing. As LP lifted her leg to climb in to the tub, she started freaking out.
"THERE IS POOP IN THE BATH! POOP! IT'S NASTY!"
Sure enough, there was poop in the tub.
I then had to remove AK, empty and clean out the tub and resume the bedtime routine.
It's always something. Good news is that the cleaning lady comes tomorrow. Better news is, this is the first time this has happened. The best news would be a promise from someone that this will never happen again.