Oh Joy...

Olivia pooped in the tub last night. Tyler was busy packaging some ground beef for me (raw meat really triggers my gag reflex when I'm pregnant) so I attempted to take care of it on my own. But, evidently poop in the bathtub does the same thing as raw meat so I yelled for Tyler to come save me (poopy diapers don't bother me, but tub poop is different, I guess).

While we (translation: while TYLER) was cleaning it up, he flushed a paper towel down the toilet. As he did it he mentioned that it was probably a stupid thing to do. But, he was busy cleaning up the last of the mess so we didn't really worry about it. Well, we ended up flooding the bathroom. Luckily, we both reacted quickly so we avoided an even bigger mess.

I really wanted to be frustrated about it (I had just cleaned it and mopped the floor that afternoon), but somehow Tyler silently reminds me to take life less seriously. So, we laughed together as we sopped up the mess.