WARNING: This post is all about POOP.
And how I'm so over it.
Not yet the end of nap time, I hear my children in their beds. Feeling prompted to check-in, I open their bedroom door to find Liam with a furrowed brow, holding out his right arm. Taking a closer look, I realize he has a brownish medium smeared from his hand to his elbow. Taking an even closer look, I identify the mystery paste as poop. Hurriedly scanning the blankets and sheets, I can't see any other traces. That is, until I look to the child at my right. That child is completely covered in poop- literally head to toe. It appears he is the source of this bowel disaster, with his pants and diaper ripped off.
Ironically, the diaper is perfectly clean.
Why?
I don't know.
How?
I don't know.
All I know is after I stripped the sheets, wiped down and disinfected 2 cribs, started the laundry, and gave 2 boys 2 baths (First bath was to wash off dried poop from hands, arms, legs, feet, toes, fingers, and forehead. Second bath was to actually clean with soap.), I locked myself in the bathroom until I hear B softly knocking on the door. I told him I was running away, but I had to shower first.
He said "Okay."
In the car, I had a very open conversation with the Lord. I expressed how much I hate poop. I also asked if He thought I was doing a good job at this whole "mothering" thing, because I felt it was going pretty crappy lately.
I ran away to my parents' house, mostly to pick up a carpet cleaner because, while standing in his poopy crib, diaper-less Finn went #1 on the carpet. They fed me dinner and when my mom prayed on the food, she started crying as she thanked the Lord for me and my little family.
Then we laughed about poop. Because it's funny when I'm not up to my elbows in it.
Ironically, the diaper is perfectly clean.
(I did get my camera out to document.
Leverage for the next time B has something to say about changing a poopy diaper.)
Why?
I don't know.
How?
I don't know.
All I know is after I stripped the sheets, wiped down and disinfected 2 cribs, started the laundry, and gave 2 boys 2 baths (First bath was to wash off dried poop from hands, arms, legs, feet, toes, fingers, and forehead. Second bath was to actually clean with soap.), I locked myself in the bathroom until I hear B softly knocking on the door. I told him I was running away, but I had to shower first.
He said "Okay."
In the car, I had a very open conversation with the Lord. I expressed how much I hate poop. I also asked if He thought I was doing a good job at this whole "mothering" thing, because I felt it was going pretty crappy lately.
I ran away to my parents' house, mostly to pick up a carpet cleaner because, while standing in his poopy crib, diaper-less Finn went #1 on the carpet. They fed me dinner and when my mom prayed on the food, she started crying as she thanked the Lord for me and my little family.
Then we laughed about poop. Because it's funny when I'm not up to my elbows in it.
Thank you for sharing! I LOVE reading your blog, you are able to put into words all of my thoughts and emotions about mothering. This poop post made me laugh and cry. I feel ya! Keep up the great work momma!
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