scarlypoopoo

some sundays are just meant to be fraught with disaster. we arrived home from utah at about 2:30am on sunday to a 173 degree house. the kids went to bed easily, thomas and i did not. too hot for our old bodies. then on sunday morning after a few hours of sleep we all attempted to get up and get ready for church. i think the 11:30 schedule is a blessing and a curse. you have more time in the morning, but you also think you have more time than you really do. we scrambled to get ready and put together remotely matching and clean outfits. the kids were in the bathtub while i tried to put my face together while my eyes bulged from my head from the lack of sleep. reagan often calls scarlett, scarlypoopoo. it's a term of endearment. so i thought nothing of it that the whole time they were in the tub that reagan kept saying, "scarlypoopoo!!! scarlypoopoo!!!" i just thought he was being nice and loving. no, not really. he was being informative and helpful. and probably a little bit disgusted as he was in the tub with her. so, i whisked the kids off to the other bathtub to clean up from the damage scarlett incurred. i made a mental note to pay more attention while the kids play with the bubbles in the tub. i also added scrub the bathtub to my list of things to-do. we finally arrived at church and the meeting was mostly uneventful. i had forgotten the sacrament meeting bag, but the kids were both so tired they didn't seem to notice the lack of activities. scarlett entertained the family behind us. i was able to run out to the hall and put up signage for my calling(primary secretary). i was able to enjoy cuddle time with scarlett before the meeting ended. she showed her appreciation for cuddle time with me by peeing all over me. apple juice runs through that girl like nothing else. next mental note, purchase heavy duty diapers for scarlett. i abandon ship and drive home for a what i anticipated to be a quick change. once i arrive at our house, scarlett is dead to the world. i know better than wake the beast so i put her in her bed and prep for dinner. about an hour later i go and wake her for the third hour of church. i lay her on her changing table and remove her diaper. and you guessed it. mess number three. outfits three and four are quickly discarded for both of us. i fight the urge to go eat a bowl of ice cream the size of my head and somehow i convince myself to return to church with my little leaky faucet. the end.