Airbnb Review: Clogged Tub With Poop!

Just a funny story about how Day 1 ended last week during my family's vacation to Florida. We arrived in enough time to spend a couple of hours on the beach. And what a way to end the day!

1st: Those washable swim diapers? They’re like the Fort Knox of the baby world, holding everything in.

2nd: Either my entire family needs a nose check-up, or my little guy is a stealthy ninja when it comes to doing his business without leaving a trace of scent.

3rd: Imagine the surprise when I discovered the stealthy #2 while undressing the little one in the tub, and the evidence made a mad dash for the drain. In a split second, I had to decide my next move. Sighs---I ended up scooping it with my hand and delivering it to its rightful throne—the toilet. Sure, all pipes lead to Rome, but I couldn’t bear the thought of receiving an Airbnb review titled “Clogged Tub with Poop!”

4th: The only time my boy wasn’t wailing like a banshee was on the plane. So, as the poop race was happening, he was screaming at full volume, and just like his mama—there’s no mute button!

5th: My husband made an emergency dash to Walmart for Lysol wipes because this germaphobe mama had to sanitize everything in sight. And sanitize I did—twice!

--Amber