Oh God help the single mother
Tin just turned three but naps that were so programmed have become a battleground. He came home today early from school with his sitter, catching me trying to get the groceries done before but no dice. Turns out he was sick, had had diarrhea in his pants and began taking them off and got that all over his bed etc. You know the drill – any of you mothers out there. But since he had…