What next… it’s not a question.

After a morning that didn’t go according to plan, where I may or may not have made things unnecessarily more complicated for myself, the afternoon culminated in 3.5yo pooing in the bushes, and then in the car porta-potty, stinks stinks stinks.
I was going to write about all that stuff, but it was a few weeks ago and what else is there except poo in the bushes.