Caa Caa Saturday Night

I’m a nanny now. Live with it. So I’m giving the baby a bath and she starts splashing me. So I pick up a bucket and fill it with water and I’m about to throw it at her, hoping to knock her down so she’ll learn not to fuck with me, when she tries to get out of the bathtub. I push her foot back down off the edge and tell her that we need to take the toys out first and she starts screaming like I’d punched her or something. I would never do that by the way. She picks her foot up again and puts it on the edge and I push it back down and tell her that she has to pick her toys up first. So then she screams, “Caa Caa! Caa Caa!” I look in the tub and she’d shit a month worth’s of food in the tub. So I take her out and of course she gets shit all over my jeans. Together, we pulled the plug and watch as her feces went down the drain. Then I had to hose off her as there was still Caa Caa dripping down her leg. It’s Saturday night. Who the hell am I?