Poop. Cup. Sink.

The facts are these:
1. My child pooped in a solo cup this morning.
2. I didn't realize this for a few minutes. Said cup was in my SINK, full of water and soap where he was trying to "rinse it out."
3. There was a shower because he had NOT, in fact, wiped himself as he claimed.
4. There was clorox (I'm sorry, my hippie/vegan/essentialoil friends, green works was not going to cut it. It's like sending a mouse into a lion fight.). Whole bathroom had to be disinfected, because as far as I'm concerned, it was all contaminated. Toothbrushes thrown away. Lysol everywhere.
5. He had the gaul NOT to eat the breakfast he asked me to make and then try to throw a fit about his clothes because they were "too blue."
6. We both made it to school/work roughly on time, and there was no screaming.
7. I'll leave you with "My child pooped in a solo cup this morning" just because POOP. CUP. SINK.
‪#‎Jesustakethewheel‬