well, this afternoon was one of unspeakable frustration. argh.
i just finished a marathon poop and pee cleanup. seriously. i think all of the young ones in this abode decide to plan their attack at once.
joshijah has been having issues with pooping on the toilet.
pee? no problem.
but do you think i can get that kid to poop? nah. …no amount of bribery in the form of candy or toys can convince him to “drop the kids off at the pool”.
this afternoon i put him down for his usual afternoon nap, sans diaper.
usually not a problem.
i thought he was sleeping peacefully, until hosanna (who had napped earlier and was crawling around the house playing) busted into his room to say hello…i went to retrieve her, and to my surprise and awe, i found i big poop ON.HIS.PILLOW…with random bits smeared on the blankets, the stuffed animals, his legs , oh and Lightening McQueen (buh-bye Lightning!)
ok, so i am frustrated. i mean, we spent time sitting in the bathroom, trying to relax and let it go….nothing. and then this.
so, i haul him off to the tub to clean him up.
hosanna follows us, and promptly sticks her hands into the toilet bowl. she’s fishing for lake trout.
upon my arrival back in the bedroom to strip the sheets, pillow, and blanket, i slip and practically fall on my face. apparently the dog got the memo that we had remodelled and the kids’ room was now the spot to relieve oneself.
everyone else is doing it, so why not?
so… i haul the dog in to show her what she’s done and let her know of my stern disapproval before removing her from the house. hosanna races into the room, and does the slip and slide through the pee….
finally i make my way back into the bedroom to continue stripping the sheets, and now clean up the dog pee. grr….. joshijah (naked) is standing in a big ol’ puddle of water. huh?!?! water? where’d that come from?
“what’s that joshijah?” i
“PEE!” he says delightedly. yes….deLIGHTedly!
he had seen how excited i was when the dog did it, so he thought he’d give it a whirl.
all the while, in the background plays joshijah’s music:
“in my life, Lord, be glorified today….”
i thought that was funny…
i almost cracked a smile there.
but not quite.
so, kids out, dog out….everyone and everything OUT!
then, i cried. i actually cried.
i know. i’m a baby.
but sometimes its the only thing to do.
it’s very cathartic.
sometimes there’s just so much poop you can handle before you break.
so i start sobbing, hoping and praying no one comes to the door and sees the mascara running down my face and gets a whiff of the odors lurking around. they may wonder….and rightfully so.
i have a feeling this day is going to be longer than most. 🙂