My Monday was today. It was pretty nice.

I was in the control room, so it wasn’t like I had to deal directly with inmates all day. At around 1pm, I had to take an inmate to get some teeth removed (traditional METH mouth). Taking inmates to the dentist is like watching the discovery channel live. It’s fascinating.

Well, anyway, I had a good day at work, came home, and Jamie told me that I would be watching the kids while she played in a softball game. No problem. I AM SUPER-DAD.

I made the kids dinner. Good ol’ Mac-n Cheese, was the “special du jour”. They love it, and it’s easy, so double bonus.

After dinner, the kids played while I sat and caught up on computer stuff. They play pretty well together, but lately they have been a little testy with each other. All in all, they like each other though, and tonight they seemed docile enough.

Seth is still potty training, so we are always reminding him to go to the bathroom. He has really been doing well at remembering himself, but as the day inevitably wears on, he starts to forget and we have to remind him more. Tonight was no different.

At about 6pm, I reminded him to go to the potty. He went into the bathroom, when about 1 minute later, Ryleigh came running out, yelling, “Daddy, you HAVE to see what Seth did, it’s really REALLY bad.” (Serenity now, Serenity NOW!!!)

I walked down the hall to the bathroom, the same bathroom he flooded about 8 months ago, the same bathroom he dumped blue nail polish on the floor of. What possibly could he have against that bathroom? Anyway, today I walked down the hall to see him standing with his pants off, next to a fresh, still steaming pile of shit. It wasn’t the nice firm solid stuff either, it was the “I-ate-something-bad-earlier-today,-and-look,-there-it-is” diarrhea variety.

The nice thing about the bathroom, is, well, the bath. I plopped Seth into the bath, showered him off, and started a bath for him after the little danglers were gone. I (luckily) had some gloves in my work pants, so I used those and some toilet paper to scrape up the poo. I got it all up, and then used some bathroom cleaner to make sure the floor was actually clean. I then walked out the the living room and wrote this. Seth is still in the bath.

So, if you’re having a bad day, I hope you will use my experience to tell yourself, that at least your not picking up a slurry of human feces.