I was settling in for a relaxing Saturday evening (as relaxing as an evening can be with two under two).  Or so I thought.

Joe had just finished up our tax appointment – I’d been in earlier during the week – and we had good news.

I was making dinner – just some pasta, meat and sauce.  I’d call it spaghetti, but Joe has informed me that I can only call it spaghetti if I use spaghetti noodles.  So what do I call it when I use penne pasta?  I don’t know, but that’s what I was making.

At 4:30 a call came in for a last minute rush audition in Hollywood.  “Can you be there by 6:00?”  I knew being an actor with two little ones would be challenging when it came to scheduling, but not THIS challenging.  Luckily, I could go since Joe was now home.

Saturday night traffic and parking in Hollywood.  Oh, joy.

While I was gone, Joe finished making dinner and got both kids fed.  AND Sarah pooped so much during dinner in her high chair, it was oozing out of her diaper.  So Joe had a fun time cleaning her up and disinfecting the chair.

When I got home it was time to get Max and Sarah ready for bed.  I made their bedtime milks, started cleaning up and running a bath for Max.  (We’ve come a long way with Max’s baths.  He used to scream like we were torturing him and now he love, love, loves it.)

All was going smoothly until: Poop in the tub!

If you don’t have kids you might wondering what exactly “poop in the tub” means.

But for those of you who do, you know how this can derail the bedtime routine.  And make the evening oh so much more… colorful.

The thought crossed my mind – I could just wipe him down with baby wipes and call it a night?  No, I can’t. I won’t be able to sleep.  I drained the tub.  Cleaned the tub.  Disinfected the tub.  Disinfect all the toys that were in the tub…

Meanwhile Max is running around the bathroom naked. Opening cupboards.  Climbing on the toilet.  Playing with the garbage.  And he peed in the cupboard and all over the floor.  Yes.

We finally got bath number 2 underway and finished up as quickly as possible.  A scrub down from head to toe all over again.

From the time that call came in at 4:30 until the kids went to bed and it was 8:30pm – it was non-stop.  Ok, yes, all days are non-stop with two under the age of two, but those four hours were relentless.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Now, guess what?  I have video.  It just so happens, that after I’d given Max his bath and Joe was watching Max play in the tub while I got Sarah into her pajamas, Joe decided to do a little filming with his phone.  You can hear Sarah and I in the background.  If you aren’t too grossed out by a little poop, then this video is for you!