Sub Hunter....

Well just to let you all know, I had another first today. A "Mommy Qual" if you will. Of course these kinds of things only happen when you are under extreme duress. I have our property manager coming tomorrow, another last minute walk through because the owners happen to be in town- so today has been dedicated to re-stashing the piles of items I had been busy pulling out in my effort to clean up shop and remove our lives of "stuff". That stuff has now been re-stashed through out the many locations I have for stashing.
Then it happened- I had a new "first". At age 36 firsts are fewer and farther between, so it is indeed newsworthy.
Having gotten the girls bathroom already glistening clean (you can see the little sparkles coming off the marble and silver like Tiffany diamonds glistening in a girls eyes) I decided to let them take a bath in the tub of all tubs. My tub. The next most fun place on earth when compared to Disneyland in a toddlers eyes.
Girls are playing with the few toys I have in there, I grab their towels and tidy it up when the following transpires
AVA: (Playing in the tub, la da da...playin in the tub, fun fun fun) Wait, Whats that?
MOMMY: " What do you mean whats that?"
AVA: "There is something in the water....what is it?
MOMMY: What do you mean there is something in the water (mental preperation comes right about now, because the one thing that pops into my head is what is more than likely is)

AVA: EEEWWWW ITS A POO- HAYLEY WENT POOOOOOOOOooooo" ( and this is exaggerated in the way only a 4 year old could possibly over-exaggerate) OOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo
MOMMY: What do you mean (walking over to the side of the tub)....EEWWW OUT OF THE TUB- ABANDON SHIP- EVERYBODY OUT"
AVA: "Mommy- look- theres another one! Gross Hayley- You poo'd in the tub- I dont like poo in the tub" (yes, mensa here she comes)
Mommy got to go fishing- for poop. In the bathtub, And no- it wasnt like a single rogue submarine either- it was two subs, then a small attack sub, and floating subhunters followed along by debris from the subs that didnt survive. Not a fun time. Not a great smell in a very warm lavender scented bath tub.
BUT, I can say our bathtub is now good and clean.
As though that were not enough, so I pull the kids naked poopy bodies out of the water, start to drain and sift out the larger chunks, telling both girls not to leave our bathroom since they obviously needed to be re-bathed after I drained the stew out and gave the tub a good soft scrub cleansing. Next thing I know- Hayley starts doing her happy dance and decides to try to crawl up the step stool.. crawls down, and goes into the "crowching tiger, hidden dragon" stance. Only it wasnt a hidden dragon, it was the muddy river that was more than likely the fluid the submarine was launched from. Soo Gross
On the tile floor.
So when my husband gets home I need my special accomidation medal. For courage in the line of fire. Sometimes being a mom is really a shitty job!