Day 26 as a mom of two (Oh, you didn't know I had a second baby? We'll get to that) and I woke up with my shirt completely saturated (SATURATED!!) in pee.
No breastmilk. Not puke (would that really have been any better...?).
Baby piss. Lots and lots of baby piss.
As I peeled my soaking shirt (And sports bra! The kid got me good.) off my sticky, just-been-peed-on body - listening to my 21 month old yell at me to get her out of the crib and watching my also-covered-in-pee 3 week old saw some Z's like nothing had happened - I contemplated just running, stark naked, out to the car and driving off to Disney World. Alone.
But, dude, I needed my coffee. And coffee at home is free. So here I am. Redressed (in pajamas, of course...) and ready to start the day.
I mean, when you wake up covered in pee, it can't get any worse, right? ....Right??
**ETA that two minutes after I posted this, I changed my daughter's diaper and stuck my hand in poop. Soooo...I guess that answers my question.
