so i wasn't going to post about this. i don't know why. probably because i'm sure all of you out there think i'm "practically perfect" in every way & i wouldn't want to tarnish that image i've worked so hard to get. but then i remembered why i blog... to record the ins & outs of my daily life, which means everything - the good, the bad & in this case, the gross. some of you might read this & squirm; others might think i'm a crappy mom for even letting it happen; but most of you will probably just laugh & be thrilled it happened to me, & not you.
so here's how my story goes... early saturday morning i was getting myself beautified for a luncheon with the gals. i was already running behind because i had woken up late. (my little pal owen had woken up from about 4am-6am for a brief play date with good 'ole mom. i guess he figured we needed a little one-on-one time. or, maybe he's finally getting some more teeth. would you believe he is almost 1 year & a 1/2 and he only has 6 teeth?) anyway, on with my story... so i was in the shower, lathering up my hair with shampoo, when owen walks into my bedroom & pulls off his diaper. i tried to yell for jeff, but he didn't hear me over the running water. with the shampoo already dripping in my eyes, i decided the best thing to do would be wash it out real quick before i got out to chase him down. when i opened my eyes next, i noticed owen squatting in the middle of the floor. he then looked straight at me, gave a little laugh, stood up & ran away. leaving me a nice little present, totally ground into the carpet. yep, GROUND into the carpet... he must have stepped on it as he ran away. i then i had to jump out of the shower, dripping wet, & hustle after him as he left a cute little trail of brown colored foot prints down the hall.
i seemed to have gotten it all cleaned up, but i'm definitely calling in the professionals on this one, it still makes me gag just thinking about it. but what can i say? that's life with boys.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
i think i'll be calling the carpet cleaners.
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what a mess! and to think I saw you about 1 hour after that happened...and you looked darling...perfectly put together!
Eeeeeewwwww! Poor you!
I loved your interview on Gab's blog!
what a terrible thing to have to face. But it's good you shared it because now we can all commiserate with you.
My Ty did the same thing when he was about that SAME AGE! Except thank goodness he didn't step in it. I, too, gagged and gagged while cleaning it up. And you are right,that's life with boys. My little girl never would have or never will do anything like that! Gotta love em'!
I love that he gave you the stare down as he left you the "present". Good times in the life of a mommy! :0)
hopefully, his "presents" will get better as he gets older...
Yikes I swear they need to have a secret alarm for the dads its would go something like this ( HELLO YA HELLO I AM TALKING TO YOU MY WONDERFULL HUSBAND THIS IS YOUR WIFE I FINALLY GOT TO TAKE A SHOWER AND WELL YOU SEE WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING RIGHT NOW WILL HAVE TO WAIT BECAUSE XYZ... )
do not worry, you will not ruin your image with me. i never considered you "practically perfect".
That warrants a good, hearty, belly laugh! HA! *B
Oh No!! You're so right about that's life with boys. I'm still painting over all the handprint cheeto marks from a month ago.
I loved your interview on Gab's blog, too!
I had a surprise similar to that one day many years ago. One of my darling children was awake in her crib instead of taking her nap, but because she was singing and talking to herself so happily, I just let her play for a little while.
When the stench arrived in the kitchen I knew I'd better check. She was using it as finger paint, and had smeared it all over the bars of the crib.
Girls can be gross, too.
Taking after the dog again, only O this time?? Hahaha, so gross yet so funny...sorry you had to go through that, I can't wait to relive that at his high school and then college graduation parties, oh and of course his wedding rehearsal dinner!! Love it!!!
Reading that just gave me a flashback to a similar traumatic experience. :) (And on a different subject, about my husband and the guitar -- yes, I am lucky indeed. ;))
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