Triathlons and Babies

Well, it is noon and so far, I have picked up a bag of dog poop so child will not step into it. And he walks around and yells POOP at every pile so that I am sure to see it. He also carries a bag so he feels helpful too. And a bit later, we were working in the basement cleaning and I decided to move the dog kennels and vacuum under them and wash their beds and that turned into vacuuming the whole lower level....meanwhile, said child, is on top of the litter table (yes, it is up high since there are two big hounds who would gladly clean the box for us) and he is hands deep in the litter box container (it is an automated box with a catch bin at the end and he was in the catch bin) and that was the next item on the task cleaning list. I race him upstairs explaining YUCK YUCK YUCK and it is Buddy's poop don't touch it. We wash and wash and wash and wash and wash. Then I get a whiff and see he needs to be changed too. See a theme? The only non poop related item today was handing a purchase agreement to another agent. That is it. Otherwise, the day's theme is SHIT. It is beautiful outside though, so that helps. And all I really wanted to do was work on the yard and pack our belongings for Fargo this weekend. Oh yeah, and go for a bike or run. That may still happen. Yikes.