Another motherhood moment...

So, Barry and I are involved in the community theatre's summer musical, "Joseph and the Technicolor Dream Coat". Fortunately for us, Grayson's bedtime falls right about the time that rehearsal starts, so for the last few weeks we have just carted him and his portable bed with us. We set up the bed in a back room and baddabing... Instant bedtime. It has worked out so well, and no one in the cast has been bothered by our home-away-from-home-ing.

Well....

Tonight, Grayson cried for about half an hour. When he realized that no one was coming to his rescue, he climbed out of his crib to find us. (It's a really small theatre, so hold back your gasps. We could hear him open the door kind of small theatre.) So he runs over to me and.... he's poopy. Like the find a gas mask and run for your life, kind of poopy.

And......

We forgot his diaper bag.

Sooooo....

Barry and I had to hold him for the entire rehearsal which ran 40 minutes later than it usually does.

And now........

we all smell like find the gas mask and run for your life poop.

My deepest apologies go out to the cast who had to be near us tonight. I apologize. I'm a mommy. And I stink.