….so as I was scrubbing out the fecal matter from between the train-track grooves, I wondered to myself, How did I come to be here? Oh that’s right, I was asking for it…
[5 Minutes earlier]
Riley has a dirty nappy – the kind only a cold, teething, and an endless diet of prunes can produce. Positive his colon had been emptied I thought to myself…
Devil on my shoulder: “…its a nice kind of day, I believe I’ll leave it off for a while.”
Angel by my side: “Are you so sure that’s a good idea?”
Devil: “Give the kid a treat”
Angel: “Give yourself a break; you’ll only be creating work for yourself.”
Devil: “Come on, trust your son.”
Angel: “Come on, trust your instincts.”
Stupid me, I play devil’s advocate, and let Riley down to scooch around fancy-free. The look of glee on his face couldn’t have been bigger if I’d placed a paint brush in his hand, a bucket of paint by his side, and faced him towards the car and said “GO NUTS, KID.”
[5 minutes later]
Riley has been playing happily in his room, alone, and then I sniff the air and notice…all was not right. If this had been a movie, the screeching of violin strings, Psycho style, would’ve been the soundtrack as I walked down the hallway.
I won’t describe the scene. I’m sure you can do that for yourselves.
Moral to the story: nappy free time is all well and good. I’ll just do it outside now; with the hose very handy.
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That sounds like the kind of day we had yesterday.
Oh no, that’s not good! I got a giggle out of it, but I’m sure it was no laughing matter when you had to clean it up!
Oh, I’m sorry but I had to laugh. I have very prominent memories of the same type of thing happening when Imogen and Madeline were little.
I’m sorry it happened though. It can’t have been funny when you had to clean up the poo!
I hehe … I confess a wee giggle .We had a day life that the other day when the nappy came undone or he did the velcro (modern cloth nappy).I was nursing no1. and other was sitting on the lounge grizzling … I finished up no.1 and picked up no.2 realised though he had a cover still velocroed around his waist ~ it was flapping in the breeze and the nappy on the floor, pooey bum prints on the lounge and between the toes, put no.2 in the empty bath, run back to get said nappy before no1 discovers it – run back to no2. and clean up, wipe out bath , go back to clean the lounge etc etc oh the joys of … damn lucky he didn’t play in it.
I think outside is a wise decision.
Did he paint with it? Did he mix it with toothpaste?
That would have been my day yesterday, and last week and the week before……..
Some days I wish I could sew his arse shut!
Ewww. I must confess I have thrown things, perfectly good things, into the bin rather than clean the poo off them. Mostly underpants, but the occasional Barbie was tossed out in the name of preserving my sanity!
LOL- happens to many of us it seems!
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