Idiot

I’m supposed to be doing some work at the moment, but after the last 15 minutes I’ve decided it isn’t safe for me to do anything important…

Sam pooped his pants (he has been ill for a couple of days, which seems to have thrown him off his potty training). I cleaned him up and sluiced his pants out in the toilet, then left them in there so that the top part would dry a bit before I took it down to the basement for further treatment. As I did this I thought “Ha, just watch me come in and forget they’re there.” So 10 minutes later I did, which didn’t help the top part dry any. I left them there anyway, figuring that now they were thoroughly wet they really needed the chance to dry off a little. Not 10 minutes after that, Lauren told me she needed to poop, and I told her to go right ahead and I’d be in to see her shortly. She did her business then waddled in to see me before I’d had chance to move, to explain that she couldn’t flush the toilet because Sam’s pants were in there.

The pants are now in the basement, and I’m about to get a beer and do something that doesn’t involve my brain.