The Laughs Just Keep Coming

Sometimes, I swear our daily happenings can be turned into a sitcom. We always seem to have chaos running amok or some sort of situation or crisis. I'm so glad we have a sense of humor or else we'd lose our minds.

As you all know 4 out of 5 in the Schmitty household are sick. Not just a cold sick, but some sort of evil germ is trying to wipe us out. It's a very, VERY, nasty bug. We are lying around like lumps of dog poo.

And speaking of dog poo, as if I don't have a hard enough time trying to raise three kids, we get this bright idea to add a puppy. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm glad we did and we absolutely ADORE her. But as Murphy's Law would have it, we have to get a puppy and come down with the plague.

So picture this. The other night I'm in the bathroom, again, door wide-open, because I have not one shred of dignity left. W. is in the downstairs shower screaming that he's, "DOOOONE!" At almost 9 years old you would think he'd stop being afraid of being by himself in the house. We have a split level house and he freaks if he's on a level of it alone. He's continually yelling that he's done showering. I obviously can't do anything about it. Then I hear T. in the hallway.

"EWWWWW!" I know what that means. Ruby. Again.

I then hear R., "Mommy Ruby pooped and it smells!"

"Well, now you know what your diapers are like!" I reply.

She walks into the bathroom and pukes at my feet.

Oh.For.The.Love.Of.God!