There are many days where parenting two little girls is all rainbows and sunshine and unicorn glitter.
And then there are days that involve rather desperate IMs to my husband:
Mo, I love you. You will understand the need to vent about baby bodily fluids some day. And how a glass of wine (or three) can sometimes make a hard day better… Probably once you have kids. Until then, know that I love you. Even when I am “mean to you”. -Your Mommy
T.O.T.E. 
This is hilarious!
…and then I dropped my daughter off for 8 hours, just to make things more fun… You’re a saint!
good one! I hate to laugh at your woes but it so brings back memories of my own moments of “hunting” and wondering where and when it would show up. Our son, not to name names,
was a sleep walker and used many different vessels for his midnight sojurn to the “bathroom”. Keep up the laughing and remember it all cleans up.