One of those days. When, among other things, the little girl needs a bath, always a rushed proposition on days when both mom and dad work, like today. Even more of a rushed proposition when I attempt to multi-task while brushing my teeth as she plays with her Sesame Street bath toys, but… wait, something else in the tub? What is that?

Oh, no.

Soup. Poop soup.

Drain tub, clean tub, dry off crying yet still poopy child, draw another bath, re-bathe child, clean self, dump still dirty toys back into tub. And then out the door…

I think this is what they call the joys of parenthood. In spades.