Raising The White Flag

Yep, I quit. Yes, I know this happens about once every couple months. And this is my time. I quit.

The Little One has a nasty cold that will not go away. It’s been 13 days now since the cough, runny nose and sneezing began. On Friday is escalated to include puke, diarrhea and pink eye.

Of course, the Husband is where? Yep, he’s out of town. This time he is in a tropical paradise. He was snorkeling yesterday while I was dragging both kids to Urgent Care to get the Little One started on some drops for her pink eye.

So today, I went upstairs to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer. I was honestly up there maybe three minutes. Those of you who have had a two-year-old know how much damage can be done in two minutes, let alone three.

I came downstairs and heard the bathroom door slam shut. (The Little One’s new favorite past time is closing doors). I asked the Big One if the Little One had closed herself in the bathroom, knowing the answer.

I opened the door and was met with the unmistakable stench of poop. Not just a poopy diaper, but poop everywhere. Apparently the Little One pooped in her diaper. Then took off the diaper.

I guess she then decided she wanted to be a big girl and plucked the poop from the diaper and dropped it into the toilet. Then I think she decided that wasn’t maybe the best place for it. And she attempted to fish the poop back out of the toilet.

{I am piecing this together based on what she said and what the bathroom looked like!}

{Just a warning… TMI coming up! }

Of course she is still sick so the poop is not completely solid. Yes, there was some residual poop still attached to her little body, so when she next decided to sit down on the little potty, more poop was smeared around. I told her stop moving. That of course didn’t happen. Instead she repositioned herself on the little potty, further smearing poop on the little potty and now all down the back of both of her legs.

Then in a bad mommy -judgment moment, I told her to look at the little potty to see what she had done. Well, looking with her eyes wasn’t enough. She, for whatever reason, decided to try and clean the little potty off with both hands. Realizing what she had done, she then tried to “rub” her hands clean by vigorously rubbing them together as one would do with soap. Of course she was doing it with poop.

Of course the Big One is laughing hysterically behind me while I am trying desperately to get the Little One to just stop moving. I already had a huge mess to clean up and I just wanted her to stop moving.

Finally she stopped moving, turned and then came at me with both hands extended, “Look, Mommy!” Ummm, no thanks. It took everything I had to deflect her grasp and catch her around the waist to begin the cleaning process.

Oh the joys of motherhood.