I debated whether or not I wanted to share the following POOPIE story. Then I remembered the reason why I started this blog...to share my amazing, sometimes outrageous tales, which I usually refer to as STRESS! So here goes **WARNING** those of you with squeamish bellies when it comes to bodily functions I suggest you skip on reading this entry.
So, my day started as it does on any other given day...take the two older kids to school, come back home and enjoy the peace and quite before the two little ones get up and make me REALLY start my day. Sipping my coffee, checking my email, my 4 yr old son stumbles out of bed and demands breakfast. Within minutes he's running to the bathroom and then summoning me to follow, "Mommmmy...I'm DONE!" Ugh...that little phrase has come to irk me to noooo end!!! By the way, its not said as a statement, its sung! Sounds cute right, well its not...not anymore. On my way to the rescue I can't help but think, I've been wiping little backsides for 8 yrs now and still going strong! Does it ever end??
The answer to that question is NO it doesn't end and on days like this, it gets even worse. In the meantime, down strolls my darling little 3 yr old, little miss know it all, ugh, the day officially begins. So, the story goes, my son continued to call me from the bathroom, "Mommmy..!" what seemed to be like every 3 mins! LOL (it wasn't that often, just felt like it) On this particular call, I stop, whatever it is I'm "trying" to do at that moment and go into the bathroom to find poop on the floor in his pants down his legs hanging from the bowl. You name it, it was probably there.....yeahhhh...sounds like fun, right!! And of course, as I'm freaking out, I'm explaining to my son (quite sternly, one might even call it yelling) that he's doing so much poopie because he doesn't eat enough of his dinner. Just thought I might teach him a lesson on better nutrition while he would actually listen and realize not eating your dinner at night might result in pooping your pants continually tomorrow. Listen, don't judge me....in fact, thank me, this may work to your advantage one day, ;)
So I sent the poor, traumatized and somewhat embarrassed boy upstairs to the shower, God knows he NEEDED one after that mess. While he showered, I scrubbed the bathroom with bleach and threw the poopie clothes in the washer. What do you think I hear next??? YEP, "Mommmy...Mommmy!!!" So, I run upstairs to the bathroom and what do I see??? Three, count them....one, two, three...piles of thin, liquidy poop on my hard wood floor outside the bathroom door and my son standing inside the bathroom, soaking wet with drippings of poop down his legs once again!!! Now, I'm trying to figure out this scenario in my head....kid was in the shower....kid got out of the shower, possibly to poop....poop is outside the bathroom....kid is inside the bathroom. URRGGGHHHH!!! I GIVE UP!! Out of the mouth of the 3yr old going on 30...."That's because he don't eat all his dinner, right Mommy."
So, my day started as it does on any other given day...take the two older kids to school, come back home and enjoy the peace and quite before the two little ones get up and make me REALLY start my day. Sipping my coffee, checking my email, my 4 yr old son stumbles out of bed and demands breakfast. Within minutes he's running to the bathroom and then summoning me to follow, "Mommmmy...I'm DONE!" Ugh...that little phrase has come to irk me to noooo end!!! By the way, its not said as a statement, its sung! Sounds cute right, well its not...not anymore. On my way to the rescue I can't help but think, I've been wiping little backsides for 8 yrs now and still going strong! Does it ever end??
The answer to that question is NO it doesn't end and on days like this, it gets even worse. In the meantime, down strolls my darling little 3 yr old, little miss know it all, ugh, the day officially begins. So, the story goes, my son continued to call me from the bathroom, "Mommmy..!" what seemed to be like every 3 mins! LOL (it wasn't that often, just felt like it) On this particular call, I stop, whatever it is I'm "trying" to do at that moment and go into the bathroom to find poop on the floor in his pants down his legs hanging from the bowl. You name it, it was probably there.....yeahhhh...sounds like fun, right!! And of course, as I'm freaking out, I'm explaining to my son (quite sternly, one might even call it yelling) that he's doing so much poopie because he doesn't eat enough of his dinner. Just thought I might teach him a lesson on better nutrition while he would actually listen and realize not eating your dinner at night might result in pooping your pants continually tomorrow. Listen, don't judge me....in fact, thank me, this may work to your advantage one day, ;)
So I sent the poor, traumatized and somewhat embarrassed boy upstairs to the shower, God knows he NEEDED one after that mess. While he showered, I scrubbed the bathroom with bleach and threw the poopie clothes in the washer. What do you think I hear next??? YEP, "Mommmy...Mommmy!!!" So, I run upstairs to the bathroom and what do I see??? Three, count them....one, two, three...piles of thin, liquidy poop on my hard wood floor outside the bathroom door and my son standing inside the bathroom, soaking wet with drippings of poop down his legs once again!!! Now, I'm trying to figure out this scenario in my head....kid was in the shower....kid got out of the shower, possibly to poop....poop is outside the bathroom....kid is inside the bathroom. URRGGGHHHH!!! I GIVE UP!! Out of the mouth of the 3yr old going on 30...."That's because he don't eat all his dinner, right Mommy."
So, what is the silver lining to this awful day? I was lucky enough not to slip on the poopie piles and fall on my @ss!
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