I don’t mind getting older. I’m always going to be second oldest in this household so I don’t need to worry about those emotions. Plus, turning 32 really doesn’t have a big issue associated with it.

Having an August birthday usually meant no parties because we were usually on holidays or something and if we weren’t, my friends were. So I’m used to not having a big deal being made about my birthday.

This year, thanks to Facebook I’ve had the most people in my life actually say “Happy Birthday” to me which was actually quite nice. But that’s not the point of this post.

Julie had to work today and even worse, it was the 1 in 6 weeks that she had to work 3-11. She couldn’t get the time off so I was stuck enthusiastically dealing with the kids for the majority of the day.

For the most part, the girls were good after Julie left for work. I was a little nervous as the previous 7:45am – 2:30 were filled with numerous timeouts, breaking up fights and explaining to Ava numerous times why she is not allowed to hang from the window blinds or hit Kristin with toys.

We went to Walmart for tooth brushes, rode the escalators at Seven Oaks Mall and then headed to McDonalds for supper. The girls ate pretty much everything in front of them (which is unusual) and were big fans of the toys they got with their happy meals which kept them out of trouble for a while.

We got home with a new bottle of bubbles (the girls get to enjoy a bubble bath when Kristin sleeps in her bed all night) and the girls were in the tub. I had my laptop so I could start responding to all the posts wishing me a Happy Birthday. I was prepared to let the girls turn into prunes as they were in the tub at 5:45. Besides the occasional bucket of water dumped over the side of the tub and onto the floor the girls were behaving themselves which again was a little unusual as Kristin is usually dumping water on Ava’s head and Ava is usually standing up then cannon-balling to see how much water she can displace.

I had replied to about 6 friends when Ava said those two little words that she says often but usually does not mean.

“Poo Poo.”

The bubbles were already subsiding to the point that I had a clear view of everything that was in the water. Kristin… check. Ava… check. Toys… check. Poo poo…. oh ya, we had some Identified Floating Objects underneath the surface and Ava had the look on her face of one that knew something was wrong but couldn’t do anything about it.

Kristin was incredibly concerned about the situation and I immediately grabbed her out of the tub and put her on the mat. I picked Ava up and sat her on the toilet and went to grab a towel. No towels behind the door. DOH!

Running to the other bathroom for towels I yelled to Kristin, “Don’t get back in!” and heard in response, “Why?” from both of the girls.

I arrived back to find that Ava and Kristin were both where I left them but Ava was obviously cold and squirming a bit. I wrapped her in a nice white towel, got Kristin wrapped up as well and began the process of letting the water out of the tub.

The next thing I knew, Ava was off the potty still wrapped in her towel. “NOOOOOOO!” I exclaimed as I knew what awaited me behind her. I took the towel off her, got her on the changing pad and cleaned her up. I then cleaned up the mess on the toilet seat and put her back on it. She often has a second movement about 5 minutes after the first and I was not interested in testing the waters, Pun intended.

I ran and got another towel as there was a streak on Ava’s and called Julie at work so Ava could tell her how my evening was going.

I was able to get everything and everyone cleaned up and showered eventually and the girls were both asleep by 7:45.

I’m making this post so that tomorrow, I don’t need to tell everyone individually about my crappy birthday.

Note: I’m laughing about the whole situation and its not that big of a deal but I wanted to write this out so I can print it out for Ava’s first date.