Remember the day when el Guapo and I made a splash at school by diaper explosions everywhere then going to chapel with a naked baby and sloppy clothes then spilling coffee during chapel all over the gym floor during worship....
those days when school was like... 'I'm sure glad we accepted that P and we really got a good deal with that room mom.'
Can a day get any better than that???
Well it can try.
It can try by parking in the school side parking lot a few minutes from the bell and grabbing the cute and chubby over-all clad baby and coming round the car to see your princess regurgitating her breakfast down the front of her school uniform and shoes in front of the open car door and all over the parking lot. It could be worse, it could be in the car. There is nothing like the feeling of walking into the office and saying "Pen*l*pe will not be in school today, she just puked all over the parking lot; do you have a bucket I can fill with water?"
Then there is the stripping and changing of clothes in the wide open world (thank goodness I didn't make it to the thrift shop yet) and the removal of mom's maxi skirt (thank goodness I wear work out shorts) and the putting of everything in a washable reusable bag (thank goodness for back stock of bleach at home).
All the while the birds are chirping, the sun is rising to the tree tops, children are rushing to class, parents are wondering what freak show K*ss*ndra is up to again, a sweet office volunteer is being so helpful and a safe distance, and the sweet morning air softens the smell of vomit.
Now for the bleaching of the car and body.
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