BUSY day. I don't know how single moms do it--getting kids up and to daycare and scurrying home to get them fed and to bed. Exhausting. Doug's still in San Diego until Friday and I still have to work and don't have the luxury of his assistance. Luckily, a co-worker switched shifts with me (taking my 11-7:30P and I took her 8:30-5P). That way I could still get the boys home and to bed by 7 (well, truth be told, they are in bed NOW, so, 6:30 is more accurate!).
Bode went to Angela's who then took him to school. She said he did his crying/carrying on routine until a teacher came out and told her to leave. She was a bit mortified as she is much more sensitive than, oh, say, Bode's mom, when it comes to leaving children in such a state. But she left and when she picked him up he was happy and said he had a fun day (but that "I missed you, Sister Park! Where did you go?") and actually gave his teacher a HIGH-5 when he left! Unheard of! Keegen spent the day at another sitter's (Angela's parents are in town and she wanted a break). I think he was a little sad and out of sorts by the time I picked him up but he survived.
I got the boys home and fed. Got them in the tub. They have such a great time in the tub that it's a nice, easy time for all of us. Towards the end of bathtime Keegen did a plop.plop.plop.plop. I shrieked, "Keegen pooped! GET OUT OF THE TUB!" I've never seen Bode evacuate the tub so fast! I scooped out the poop as quickly as I could. I then sent Bode to pee in the potty before PJs were put on. In the meantime, Keegen is still walking around without a diaper on. And I see him squat down and push out another little nugget. "Ooooooh, Keegen pooped on the FLOOR!" from the 3-year old who is still not above this himself...So, cleaned that one up as Bode squats down and PEES on the floor. I mean, come on! So I took him back to the potty to finish his peeing needs there and made him wipe up the pee off the floor. In the meantime, yes, Keegen is still walking around diaperless. I know. I am an idiot. He's also holding a bath-crayon in his hand that is of course going into his mouth. As I went to take the crayon out of his mouth I realized, to my horror, that it was NOT the crayon he was eating, but his own POOP! ARE YOU KIDDING ME????? I mean, what do I do now? Call Poison Control? That can't be healthy, right?!
We are now all decontaminated. His mouth was washed out. His hands were alcoholed. The tub has been scrubbed. The boys are in bed. And I am going to peruse my dear friends' blogs, read a little of my book and GO TO BED myself. Big sigh of relief.
6 comments:
Ashlee, that was such an awful, but at the same time hilarious story!!! :) I'm sorry you had to go through it tho! I think it was thinking it was a bath crayon part that was just SO funny, but of course horrifying! What an eventful bathtime!!
Sooo funny but oh, soo gross!! I feel for you! :)
It must have been potty on the floor day today! Jack pee'd twice and pooped once on our floors... and all before 9am! I was like you - too busy cleaning up the messes to put on a diaper before the next mess hit!
Wow, bet you can't wait until Doug is home! That is a great story and I love it. We miss you guys tons...We hope Keegan will be alright Ha,ha.
Oh dear. That sounds horrendous and exhausting. I'm so sorry you had to deal with that! AHHH! Good luck.
is this second kid stuff? because when fiona tried to poop in the tub, i put her arse directly on the pot (my instant reaction). HOWEVER, i'm just waiting for the day chloe pulls a crayon eating fest or some such thing... can't wait!
thanks for the tears of laughter. :)
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