When the clothes you wear home are not the same as what you wore to work.
When the disaster that happened to your clothing is so bad that you have to call your mom to bring you that extra set of clothes.
When you vow to never be without a spare pair of pants again.
When you cleaned the carpet for two hours and will need to do further cleaning tomorrow.
When the classroom next door has to take all your other kids so you can clean the disaster-maker. With the help of the school nurse.
When the only way to describe what happened is with made-up words like “poopsplosion.”
This all sounds super-serious since you can’t write tone, but today, while crazy, was actually highly amusing. That’s really the only way to respond to a bodily function-related disaster: with amusement. It’s not my poor student’s fault that he can’t control his body. And I have a lovely team of people who help me get everything back to crazy normal, instead of the spontaneous CRAY CRAY that happened today.
On the plus side Thanksgiving is in three weeks.