Man, This Stinks

Jason and I have come to the very disappointing realization that the biggest determining factor in the success of our professional careers is poop.

Gavin's poop.

His tendency toward loose diapers (the word constipation isn't in either of our kids' vocabularies) combined with teething, colds, ear infections, changes in diet and antibiotic use is problematic to say the least. Then, you throw in our daycare's very strict state rules on those sorts of things and we've got a little school drop out on our hands. It's been weeks, literally weeks, since either of us has worked a full and normal 40-hour week.

It all sort of hit the fan yesterday when he had his allotted two loose diapers by 4 p.m. and was sent home, an hour from the time I usually pick him up. And now he's home today, probably for the next 10 days, since he can't go back until he's "loose-free" for 24 hours. And with the course of antibiotics he's on for his burst eardrum (don't even ask about that story...I'm still sopping up tears ... my own), things aren't looking up.

So there we have it. Work ethic, work quality and teamwork are all being out-shined, er, out-smelled, by dirty diapers. About all we can do is roll up our sleeves, plug our noses and dig in.

Can someone please pass the Balmex?