What we wear to work

Yesterday was a particularly long day at work. As in, didn't leave until 6 p.m. Normally I'm not particularly concerned about bringing germs home with me from my job, and I often don't change out of my scrubs until much later in the evening. (Hey, I'm careful at work, you know? Making sure I don't get covered in poop?) But some days it's inevitable--you're going to come home feeling like you're covered in poo and germs. Yesterday was one of those days.

So instead of scooping Zoey up right away like I normally do, I hustled her back to our bedroom and she sat on our bed while I immediately changed from my nasty navy blue scrubs. She asked what I was doing. I told her Mommy had to change, she felt like she was covered in poop. Zoey nodded knowingly--we've had many discussions as of late regarding the importance of NOT being covered in poop. (I've been plopping more than my fair share of turds from big-girl panties to toilet in the past week or so.)

Fast forward to the dinner table. We're all talking and Zoey announces 'Daddy picked me up from school today!'. (Normally this is not the routine--Daddy does drop-off and Mommy does pick-up. But as of 3:15 that afternoon, I was still expecting five more patients in the recovery room. My chances of scooting out of work by 5:15 were quickly slipping away, which prompted the frantic you-have-to-get-Zoey-by-5:30!! phone call to Daddy.)

Me: "That's right! Mommy got stuck at work, so Daddy had to pick you up."

Zoey: "Yeah. Mommy got stuck at work 'cause she was CUBBOWED (covered) in poop!"

And then she gave him this very serious, concerned look, like 'can you even believe how disgusting that is?'. Like, I don't know what it is you people do when you say you're going to 'work', but apparently it's nasty and I want no part of it. And then she moved on to another topic.