So the other night...
I had some awful (REALLY AWFUL) gas. I was on my way out the door, and I heard my husband walk into the bathroom and say, "Sweetie! (to the four year old) Did you forget to flush?!" And I just rolled on the floor!! I was laughing so hard I may have wet my pants. Okay, well I probably peed a little bit and had to change my underwear. But the greatest part was I farted in the bedroom, in the BACK of the house...and somehow, my husband thought it was the bathroom that got all funked up. And better yet--that it was my daughter who did it!!
FYI: I have been a SAHM since my oldest was born, and I'm slowly getting my foot back in the door. Today marks the end of my first work week since becoming a mom. I have put in over 40 hours with all of the training and shifts I've covered. Once I am proficient in my responsibilities, things will slow down a bit, and I'll be down to less than 20 hours a week. Until then, I remain the lab's bitch. I miss you all, and will chat with you soon!
p.s. two words my spell check had to learn today: farted and funked