THE BROWN BANDIT STRIKES AGAIN
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH there is nothing more satisfying to wake up to hearing one of your kids yelling from their bedroom, "Mommy Kierra pooped on the carpet!"
*SIGH* - I thought we put this all behind us.
It has taken us exactly 4 1/2 years to poty-train Kierra. Four and a half LONG years. I finally got her going poop on the potty - well I thought I had. By the time I was in the room, she was sitting on her bathroom toilet, and I spied two friendly lumps on the carpet between the twins' beds. The worse part is if she hadn't tried to clean it up, it would have been a simple pick and flush. But NOOOOOO she tried to clean it, which meant she mashed it into the carpet. Did I mention I had just steamed cleaned those carpets last Friday?
Of course, just woken up, I wasn't the least bit impressed. Plus she had used about half a roll of toilet paper to wipe herself. Because you know, a bum smaller than a nerf ball needs that much tissue. Not even thinking, I flush the toilet - WHICH decides to overflow onto the tiled floor. Blue water everywhere (we have those blue pucks in the tank). I'm throwing towels on the floor to keep it from moving towards the carpet. I'm ready for a stiff drink and it's not even 8:00 am.
So now my morning consists of re-cleaning the carpet, sanitizing the floor in the bathroom, and washing a load of toilet water towels. Plus Kierra knows the deal: accident on the floor = no t.v. for the day. So she screamed at me for 40 minutes.
Can I just go back to bed please?
13 comments:
Hang in there.
ditch the blue water thing---just in case of situations like this.
Bless your heart.
Oh, and FYI: Mimosas are good at any time of the day.
A bad day, indeed.
Hope it's improved for you!
oh my Elle, what a bad way to start the day! I hope the day got better! ((HUGS))
I would say "what a shi**y way to start your day"...but that would be pushing it, huh? :)
What a crappy way to start your day. I feel for you, I really do. Sweet Boy is 6 1/2 and I'm still changing poopy diapers and poopy underwear more often than I care to admit. I hope things improved as the day went on.
Whenever pardon the expression... Craplike that happens in my life...
I always utter to myself... Living da dream I tell ya... Living da dream...
And somehow it makes it bearable...
I'm in the potty training phase with two...it's not working, despite the fact that he is impressed when he tinkles in the potty. I think I'll try again next month. Good Luck!
Oh dear..
And some people wonder why I can't wind down in the evenings without vodka.
AWWW ELLE!!! You poor thing!! Days that start like that are just the WORST!!
Just think, one day we will sit back and laugh with a pitcher of margaritas!! (may be a sooner day than you think! ;) )
Yes. Shit. I can stand blood. I can stand pee. But, shit and boogers do me in.
When I read "mashed into the carpet", I just cringed and was right there with you needing a stiff drink and biting my tongue hard not to yell.
Have an apple martini tonight when the kids are in bed. Or at least a glass of wine. Something.
Oh boy...
I could smell it from here!
You poor thing!
(see you around other blogs.... thought I'd swing by!)
Oye! I hate days like that!!! I had a bad poop experience on my birthday involving a vacuum cleaner~
At least you can feel good about the fact that she tried to clean it up, right?
I'd suggest staying in bed next time with your head under covers chanting "la la la la la" over and over again.
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