Poo Bum

Tomorrow morning, I was going to catch a flight to Palmerston North, to spends three intensive days staring down a microscope like this:

...looking at things like this:

...and I was really excited about it! I had booked myself a room at a dodgy motel (with a bath and free wifi!), and was all ready to go. 

Then my kid crapped his pants everywhere on Monday, and he hasn't stopped crapping since. And that means this morning I had to phone and cancel my dodgy motel room, and cancel my flights (with no refund). Instead,  I am bound to our house, with a bucket of bleach and a mop and a whole tonne of baby wipes. SO uncool.

But today, salvation arrived, in the form of not one, but two bottles of Lighthouse Gin. Hallelujah!


Thank you S + A + B - your timing couldn't have been better.