Life is So Rough When You are 3

My son has it rough, he has it so bad, I don't know how he survives life, oh no, no how?!!

First he lays his own pipe in his pants, in the church. When they go to remove the offending stinker they find that the turd has gone rogue (in church).  Also, I come to find out grandma did not put any undies on him.  She is quite the gambler letting a barely potty trained, three year old go commando.  I do not feel bad for her but I do not wish to ever show my face in church ever again.

I come to pick up the kids from grammies, after work and Baby Dood is wearing a poopy DIAPER!!  I swear it.  I have to take two steps back with his toileting every time he stays with grand parents.  OY VEY!  I changed him up and planned to enjoy a pleasant drive home.  The drive home was from a horror scene!   Foul stenches were surrounding my olfactory sense and bad DOA car crashes were commencing on Wadsworth.  I got home after much traffic congestion to find a plastic bag harboring the skid stained shorts.  WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?

If you are going to be crazy enough to let children go commando, keep the crap stains to yourself.  GAWD!!  I am totally buggin right now.  I am never eating again.  I already had a bad stomach ache from my day at the salt mines.

Now I asked him to get ready to go see Cars 2.  He just came in to tell me he is ready in what can only be described as his best shirtcocker, drag queen garb. He has on pink/hot green crocs with flowers and a sesame street t-shirt.  COMMANDO!!  Shirtcocking!  I am never letting him go to Burning Man!  He is butt hurt that I don't approve.  I am going to stick my head in the sand.  Ostriches may have the right idea.