Road Trip!

"Hi Mom! Oh, what's that? You want to know why I look so happy? It's because that poop I've been holding in for three days - I just exploded it all over myself, the car, and anyone within a five mile radius! YAY POOP EVERYWHERE!"


So, yeah. We bathed her in a hotel sink because she unleashed three days worth of poop on herself in the car right about the time we reached the middle of nowhere. I'm not kidding when I say we had to throw her clothes away at the gas station because it was just TOO MUCH TO HANDLE. And then we rented a hotel room just so we could wash each other off like a hazmat team.

Ok, we had already rented the hotel room, but still, it was horrific.

She just kept eating, like for three days with no slowing down but nothing was coming out, and I couldn't understand where it was going - was she secretly shuffling off to the bathroom by herself in the middle of the night?

No, she was saving it all for the drive on our first little family road trip.

And then she saved the rest of it for the drive home.

Next time we take a trip the girl is getting an enema first. I'm not kidding.