Crap

After a grueling evening of a very long meeting I came home to rest, relax, check my email, and then go to bed. Now it's 10pm. I am BEAT. Mommy woke the baby to change her and put on her jammies, and of course she pulled a Ponce De Leon and created her own little special fountain of youth all over the changing table, so Mommy said we needed to bathe here. Of course it's my turn so I get it all ready, take off the work clothes and drop them into a pile in the hallway, and then proceed to climb halfway into the tub with the girl. Halfway through her bath, she pisses and craps all in the water and all over her chair. Mommy grabs her and tosses her into a towel while liquid crap floats its way into my leg hairs swimming off the sides of my calves in a foot of luke warm bath water. Oh the joys of being awake now trying to type this, and wanting to be asleep, and knowing the baby wants to be awake, and knowing Mommy would shoot me if I did anything other than sit here. Knowing my daughter is an important person too, bowels and all.