Just when you think you are being a good mom…WHAM! The turds rain down.
As of this weekend, I was rejoicing that my son (2.5) has turned the corner when it comes to potty training. I haven’t been very aggressive about this. Despite my laziness, he seemed to figure out that he can control his bodily functions and we have been having pee pee party after poo poo party.
Just when I thought I was doing okay, five pudgy fingers reach down into a poopy diaper and find mini turds that miraculously turn into play-doh!
So it’s 10:00 PM and my son calls for us. (I guess his play-doh was drying up). My husband goes in there in the dark and I happened to be going down the hall when my mom-nose got a whiff. I changed directions and flared my nostrils as I went in. I knew what I was going to find. I just didn’t know where it was going to be. We couldn’t find it at first, so my husband and I started to clean him up. My favorite moment was when Charlie tried to touch my husband with his poopy hands and my husband shouted out “Don’t touch me!”
We were laughing as we formed a search party to round up any stray turds. I knew one was lurking somewhere. (There’s always one). We found it smeared on a toy in the crib. Nasty. Really. Why me?
Sigh. Well, everything and everyone is now clean and in the proper place. But just when I think I have my shit together…my kids will prove that I don’t. Sometimes, literally.
(See also: Please Be a Raisin).
Have the turds rained down on you, lately? Do share.