"Mommy, Molly is asleep with no clothes on and poop on her bum!" said Sophie and that is how the nightmare began. As I climbed the stairs two at a time my mind raced. What does she mean poop on her bum? Did her diaper leak? But, why did she say bum? Oh my FREAKIN' goodness! I literally burst into tears and started laughing at the same time; as the anger boiled up from my guts, through my chest, into my head and out of me ears. I really do mean that bullets of anger sprayed out of ears!!! Again, you have got to be F*$&ING kidding me right now!!!!
Earlier in the day:
JD and Sophie were out for the day, so after swimming lessons with Molly I was looking forward to a little quiet time during her nap. Of course she was a challenge to settle and had to be put to bed a couple of times. Finally, she seemed settled for about 10 minutes and then I heard her moving around in her room. I debated whether or not to go to her, but in the end I decided to leave her because she was quiet and I knew she would settle. As it turned out the quiet wasn't a settling for a nap quiet, but a being as naughty as I can quiet.
Literally, I really and truly did cry and laugh at the same time. Then I yelled. Then I stomped. Then I laughed and cried some more. JD scrubbed Molly. I collected FOUR loads of dirty laundry to wash. JD went across town to borrow a carpet cleaner. I wiped poop of furniture. JD cleaned carpets. We both fumed. Molly? Well,
A day later and I'm still peeved, but I'm trying to remind myself that I'm lucky. Generally, our kids are really well-behaved. Sophie never even attempted something of this nature and although this isn't the first time we found Molly in the nude it is the worst thing she has ever done. I know other parents who have dealt with permanent markers, nail polish, scissors and other things that are harder to clean or repair. So we must be lucky, right??? Who am I kidding? Poop is way more disgusting than anything that can be done with permanent marker, nail polish or a pair of scissors! Okay, forget it we aren't lucky. She is lucky. She is lucky I didn't take her out to the corner, flag down the first passing car and hand her over! One thing I know for sure: this incident has put an end to any more discussions about a third baby. In fact if Molly had been our first born, and don't get me wrong I love her to bits, there may not even have been a second!
(A note to all future-parents: I know this sounds horrible (and it was horrible), but thankfully this too shall pass. Besides there is nothing that a little duct tape can't fix. Whether you use a few short pieces just on the diaper tabs, or opt for the duct-tape belt all the way around their waist, their little fingers shouldn't be able to peel the tape back. So go for it! Kids are such a great experience and totally worth every moment, even the disgusting ones!)
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