When I was 16, I would tell anyone who would listen that I did not want kids. I thought they were icky and boring, and I wanted to travel. Obviously I've changed my mind, but if I'd heard this story ten years ago, I would've rolled my eyes and said, "SEE?"
This story is possibly too gross to share, but also too gross NOT too share. Yesterday we had a day of running around all day, except for Luke's too short nap. Not to go over-the-top with TMI about my kid, but he can't go to the bathroom when we're out and about. This meant that by the time we ate dinner and got him in the bath, he hadn't gone yet. Unfortunately, the warm water did its trick, and I was soon grabbing him out of the tub, handing him to Shane, and thinking, "REALLY? I have to deal with THIS now?"
Next to the tub was a plastic cup that I use to rinse Luke's hair, so I grabbed that and set to work dealing with the, ahem, floaters. After I fished everything out and dumped it in the toilet, I set the cup on the bathroom counter so I could scrub out the top. There was no way I was keeping the cup after that. I know I could wash it, and it'd be fine, but I'd forever think of it as the poo cup (refraining from making a really gross internet video reference here..).
Fast forward to three hours later. I folded clothes, played Wii, and forgot all about the cup. I went up to bed and first stopped in the bathroom to take my prenatal. I filled a cup with water, took a big swig...and spit water all over myself as I realized WHICH cup I'd filled. I know that it's not like I'm going to catch any diseases, but still...EW, EW, EW. I shot mouthwash into my mouth (and in my haste, all over my shirt) and went to tell Shane. The look on his face was part incredulous, part revulsion as he said, "You just.. you just drank toilet water," with a fit of laughter.
Needless to say, I did not get a kiss good night!