At 7:05, I said goodbye to Jon and the girls and hello to bath time. I let Alyssa put as many bath toys as she wanted into the tub (all of them). Foam letters, about 20 ducks, backyardigans and their ship, froggies, sea animals, pouring cups, straining cups..... you get the picture. I let her play a little. I washed her body, her hair, and let her play a few more minutes.
Will asked if I could read him Little Pea (great book if you never read it) while she finished playing in the bath. I said, "Sure. I'll read you Little Pea." And we sat down at the door of the bathroom and read the book.
About 3 feet away from us, playing happily in the tub was a little girl that I wish had only made a "little pee" in the tub. But no. It was not a little pee, it was a big giant poop in the tub. I mean, she must have waited all day for this perfect opportunity, with every freaking bath toy we own floating in the tub, when her Mommy was trying to get her into bed nice and early.....
Seriously. I wanted to just throw everything in the garbage. All the toys and oh the towel that she threw some you know what on, and even the bathtub. Because I mean, I don't even touch the garbage can!!!!! So yeah, I was kinda freaking out a little.
I took Alyssa out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel. Put all her bath toys in the sink and sprayed a bottle of cleanser on them. Cleaned the bathtub. Washed it with antibacterial everything, rewashed the tub, gave Alyssa a new bath with tons of soapy bubbles, gave a reluctant Will a quick bath (gotta love the kid for not wanting to get in the tub. I wouldn't have wanted to either), and finally got them to bed at 9. Yes 9!
WORST NIGHT EVER!!!!!!!
P.S. I told Will that I am never reading Little Pea while Alyssa is in the bath ever again.