Now, I'm going to tell you a story. This is a real story. A true story. One that could happen to anyone, but unfortunately happened to me.
So it's t minus 3 days until the big switch for two little girls from diapers to potties is about to happen. (I guess then it's really p minus 3 days!)
E and C are all about the potty. Interested in it. Fascinated with it. And in general I have to do it this week because Elizabeth has formed the nasty habit of taking off her diaper whenever she feels like it. Thus the effectiveness of the diaper is lost and there is no knowledge of using the potty or it's delicate details is not known. You know where I'm going with this story yet?
Thats right- she took it off. Then pooed on the rug in the bathroom and some other places in the hall. You see I could not immediately rescue this situation because I was, ah, ahem, occupied. So I took care of it and resumed our morning activities- laundry.
My morning chores now involved yet another load of laundry, because Elizabeth had taken her diaper off last night. Y'all when I get committed to the funny farm all I ask is that you pay them real well so I don't get stuck on laundry detail. I've changed 4 sets of sheets for 3 little girls in less than 48 hours. That my friends is. a. Lot. Of. Laundry.
Oh yeah, we are dog sitting my in laws dog and she pooed on the carpet in the playroom MINUTES after she came in from outside. arrrrrrggggggg!
Gianna was sweet to come and inform me. She must have known it was a hard morning for me because, bless her heart, she said, "Heidi pooped in the playroom and I cleaned it up but I couldn't do it all the way."
Ah she tried. My dish rag is now on it's way to the landfill and I got to use the new can of carpet cleaner.
And hahaha. Irony of ironys. Blessed be your name was playing on the radio as this was all unfolding.
"...When there's pain in the offering. Still I will say blessed be your name." I stopped for a moment of worship. Because that song was a song I clung too when we were going through infertility."My heart will choose to say- blessed be your name." I chose to laugh, I chose to smile, I chose to be glad I have 3 more days until potty training.
So I worshiped as I went to get my hazmat suit.
4 comments:
ahhh the poop tales! I have plenty and it always makes me laugh that I have 2 little girls when I want to cry when they have had accidents!
Oh C, I need to call you I need your advice for potty training, it's not going so well over her, but I have to say at least it's not poop, you have reminded me that is something to celebrate! :)
praying for you sweet friend, I hear God is big enough to help with potty training though I often forget this :)
Um, at least you don't have to go haul the water from the creek, heat the water and THEN wash clothes.
I would feel sorry for myself, when my kids were little but I thought how many conveniences I had and how did the women in bonnets, and long dresses with no air conditioning Survive??!!!
Then,I knew it could be worse!!
Love, Mom
things I was thankful for: plastic sheets on the couch, t.v., watermelon, and rugs that pulled up. We are on the other side, made it through successfully, I am not counting the poop in the bath the other night, his brother was already out!
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