Mother of the Year!

One of my online working mother friends told us this story last week - so funny I just had to post it here:

ship a lot of stuff for my business, and I was making a 4:55 run to
the Earlysville post office yesterday afternoon with my 2-year old
daughter to get a huge stack of packages out in the day's mail. She's
out of diapers these days, but we still have occasional accidents. She
was actually going "commando"at that point in the day because an
accident earlier in the afternoon had nuked the last spare set of
underwear that I had with me. So here I am, standing in line, trying to
fill out a customs form, while she's happily rearranging the Priority
Mail boxes, when I hear the unmistakable sound of what could only be a
very loose BM. But just in case I missed it, she loudly announced to me
and the crowd in the post office, "Mommy, I pooped!"

I turn around, and she's walking across the room towards me, leaving a
trail of fresh poo across the post office floor. It was down her legs,
all over her shoes, and getting everywhere. So here I am, hugely
pregnant, scrambling around on the floor, trying to wipe up the mess,
trying to keep her from touching anything, and trying to achieve all of
this while maintaining some vague air of dignity as the other postal
patrons look on. Meanwhile, Molly keeps repeating her cheerful chorus
of "Poop, Mommy!" and pointing to the mess. I was absolutely mortified
and felt totally incompetent as a mom!

But I guess it's all in a day's work as a work at home mom, right?