Good Morning.

Don't you just love it when you wake up before your alarm? A whole hour before your alarm?

And don't you just love it that the reason you are waking up an hour before your alarm is because your darling, recently potty-trained son is telling you in a very sweet voice that he has to go potty and that "there might be poo-poo" in his underpants?

And don't you just love it when your husband is out of town so you can't pull the "I just had back surgery, can you please take care of this" card?

And don't you just love it that when you get your darling son to the bathroom, he does indeed have poo-poo in his underpants? Squishy, gooshy poo-poo that has for all intensive purposes has rendered his underpants toxic waste that you actually have to throw away because there is no hope of ever cleaning? The kind of poo-poo that won't just let you wipe it off, but insists that you put your darling son into the shower to attempt to clean him?

All before the alarm went off.

I'll spare you all a picture.  Hope everyone had a good morning.