A long time ago (when we only had two kids, which seems like a really long time ago), I did a post about how Tori and no longer had any standards when it came to our normally clean house. I had a photo of me reading the newspaper on the couch in my pajamas while surrounded by a messy array of toys and other items.
But that was nothing compared to the lapse tonight. Charlie was constipated and crying while trying to poop, so Tori and I had to put his legs in the proper position and then kind of massage the poop out of him (I realize this must sound awful, but I assume every parent has had to do this at some point). Anyway, some time passed and I was rinsing my dinner plate. That's when it hit me that I had not washed my hands between massaging the poop out and eating my dinner. Really disturbing. Even more disturbing? We had fish tacos for dinner...you know, the kind you eat with your hands?
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