The Grossest Thing. Ever.

My husband has started studying for his CPA exam and has class every Monday and Wednesday night.  So, I was on "solo mom" patrol last night.

We all ate dinner and proceeded to get ready for bath time.  Christopher and I went up the steps at the same time.  Kendall is my "dawdler" and took a few more minutes.

I turned on the water and poured in some bubble bath.  Christopher climbed in and I stepped into the doorway to watch for Kendall.

She arrived seconds later and got in the tub.

The kids were playing - filling up empty shampoo bottles and dumping them out.  I was sitting beside the tub watching.

Then, the bubbles parted.  And, the water looked like it had a "yellowish" tint to it.  I thought to myself, "My gosh.  Is the tub really that dirty"?

And, then I saw something floating. 

Oh yes, ladies and gentlemen!  We had a FLOATER.

What ensued next can only be compared to the beach scene from Jaws. 

I yelled (literally), "Everyone out of the tub"!  I'm sure the look of horror on my face was priceless.
I was grasping each kid and pulling them out of the tub, trying to avoid any contact with....

THE POOP. 

I drained the tub, which took forever by the way, with each kid standing beside me. Shivering.

And then the water stopped draining. 

THE POOP was resisting.  Holding on for dear life in the drain. 

Oh, yes.  I had to grab some toilet paper and pry it out.  Muttering the entire time, "This is so gross.  This is so gross".

Christopher added his sympathy, "Is gross, Mommy".

Yes. Thanks son.

The water started draining again and I cleaned the hell outta that tub.  Started the water again.  Poured in more bubbles and Bath #2 started.

I love being a mother.  But, c'mon!