One of my friends recently realized that she thinks she may have become disgusting. I realized today that I am way past the point of thinking I might me, I am. I might add that any readers that do not have children are best to pass on this post, because it is disgusting!
I realized 10 minutes before I needed to leave to pick up my kindergartner that my baby had a blow-out and leaked all over my sweater. Five years ago, I would have wondered where to even start. I have gotten past the point of strategically touching each item of clothing to make sure that none of the yucky stuff ends up on me. I have learned that the bathtub, a great extension shower head, and pretending that I can't feel anything on my hands does wonders. Less than 5 minutes later, the baby was clean, his clothes in the washer, diaper in the outside garbage, a new shirt on me, and wondering what to do with my extra 5 minutes until I had to leave.
It wouldn't be a Lisa story unless there was more, so here it is. Caleb had something in mind for my 5 minutes. Still getting use to underwear, I heard him chanting "poo-poo" before I saw him. He had filled Thomas and created blowout number two. So away to the bathtub with him.
We were heading out the door, with 30 seconds to spare, when I paused to look at the "cookie crumbs" all over the kitchen floor. To my dismay they weren't cookie crumbs out all. Fact: Thomas does not hold contents as well as Huggies.
1 comment:
It's stories like this that make me feel okay about being unmarried and no kids. You're amazing! Feeling that swap to North Carolina yet?
Post a Comment