AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

I almost killed Lennon today. He's been especially difficult for about the last ten days and the novelty has run out - to say the least. He peed in his pants on the floor of Claire's house this morning, had me pulled out of yoga later in the morning to calm him down at the child care of the gym, screamed and cried about everything in general ALL DAY LONG and then to top things off, he pooped in his pants at Amy's house. After pooping, he took off his pants and laid face down in the sandbox until I came to retrieve his poop covered self. It was everywhere. On his face, legs, you name it. I didn't think either one of us were going to leave that situation still in tact. I was pretty much not a very nice mommy immediately after this little episode and kind of let him have it after which he was surprisingly much much better. The whole rest of the night was bliss. Amy suggested maybe his poo was toxic somehow. Who knows. Emotionally toxic poop? Really? Come on life, I'm not that bored that you have to throw this kind of crap at me. I've learned my lesson, let's move on.