Let’s not even talk about the fact that this is my favorite shirt of all time. It is easily 10 years old, has a couple of holes in it and is shredding at the sleeves. It is a dull grey that is flattering to NO ONE. But…it says Tracy’s Karate on the back and THAT is an important part of my past (and hopefully present and future).
No matter the shirt, what managed to find itself on the front of it SHOULD NOT BE ON A SHIRT.
It should be nowhere NEAR a shirt.

I’m sure you’ve guessed by now.
I pulled Abby out of the crib after her nap this afternoon and usually I can smell a dirty diaper a mile away but today my sniffer took a vacation. Well, until I got close enough to her and the POOP STARTED SQUIRTING OUT OF HER DIAPER. Getting her out of those clothes was a nightmare. I ended up with my hand full of lovely ORANGE poop and now my fingers itch just thinking about it.
Needless to say, she got a bath and my poor shirt needs TO BE BURNED!
On a happier note (sort of), I was tucking Jake in tonight and he said, “why don’t you sit down and we can talk for a little bit?” After doing a double take and trying to figure out if I actually heard that right, he scooted over and patted the bed. So, I laid down next to him and we talked a few minutes about the book he was reading. Then he paused and said, “ok, you can go now.”
Right.








Yes its time for that shirt to go,get a shirt bright and cheerful.Like they say Sh%t happens
I think that was her way of saying it was time for the shirt to go…
Burn it! Speaking from experience, the stain never comes out, and everytime you look at the stain you think about what it is. Yuck!
The explosive, sneaky diapers are the worst! I also hate it when I go to get my 21 month up from his nap and can smell him from the hallway (and through his closed door). Ewwwww… I’ve learned to just hold my breath when entering the hallway at the end of nap time as that seems to be his ummmmm private time.
I just recently parted with a pair of jeans that had holes everywhere and stains from everything I almost cried when I threw them out.
Ewwww! I hate those explosive diaper moments.