Sometimes I wonder if the world is out to ruin my days. It especially tends to come on full throttle when Kev isn't home.(He was out playing Army in the desert tonight)
So Kev leaves tonight at the best time possible, dinner, and I'm left to do the dinner/ bed time routine solo. I manage to get Ryley and Ben dinner and get a bottle warming for Olivia. Side note: My other children refused to take bottles so I've started trying to get Olivia use to the idea and the only time she seems to be a willing participant is in the evenings. Things are well the kids are eating and time for the bottle, Olivia refuses and I find it's due to a dirty diaper that is running down both our legs. Once that is changed I help the other two finish dinner and decided to bathe them. Both kids are dressed and ready for bed by 6:30pm and I smirk thinking I might actually have these kids in bed on time!
I attempt the bottle one more time and release Ben and Ryley to trash my already trashed house. Teeth are brushed, books are read, I haven't completely lost it yet and we are off to bed. But as I enter Ben's room I step in something mushy. I've learned and as I pick it up I move it slowly to the nose to realize that it is...Oh yes, POOP! To my delight Ben has blown out and is off to the bath once again.(Mind you this is Ben's second blow out of the day, the first was in his cloth swim diaper) If the moment of trying to find any remaining poop and keeping Ben contained in the tub wasn't crazy enough, Olivia throws a curve ball in. As I'm washing the poo off my hands Olivia belts out a scream that only happens when she is seriously hurt, I leave Ryley to guard Ben from exiting the tub, run to the other room to find Olivia with the pacifier stuck half way in her mouth.(I couldn't find her normal pacifier, and had grabbed a different one than normal to pacify her while I got the kids in bed) I didn't think this was possible even looking at the situation but yet she was besides herself. I try to calm her enough that Ryley can console her while I clean up the poo boy and mess. Needless to say an hour and fifteen minutes later Ryley and Ben are in bed, and Olivia was on her way down. I finally get dinner at 9pm and a shower at 10pm and Kev will be home just in time for bed.
At the days end I find myself looking for my white surrender flag. I share this now knowing that some day it will bring a smile to my face.
2 comments:
There is nothing like poo to break the human spirit. It is my number one (and almost only) yucky thing about having little kids. UGH!
...I HOPE it all makes us laugh later, cuz for now it just makes me throw up a little. Heh, heh.
Ha! I am all too familiar with days like that. Those days I want to run away and be just Anna for a while...not somebody's mom. But hey what doesn't kill us makes us stronger! Right?
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