I love Saturday mornings. I take Saturday mornings as me-time. If my husband is not working, I sleep in, or take a bath. If he is working, I let my daughter watch cartoons (or a Disney movie). This morning was one such morning. My husband went to work, and I fed Eileen.
After breakfast, she went to play in her room. I checked to make sure she hadn't taken anything with her, and let her be. She closed the door. This fact made me a little uneasy, considering that she hates being in her room with the door closed. I again went to check on her. She wasn't doing anything wrong, and a quick search of her room proved that she didn't have anything she shouldn't.
Okay, I let her be, and sat down to read the news. After about 10 minutes of Eileen not leaving her room, my stomach began to turn. I went to check on her, yet again. What I discovered was.... (*insert squeeking horror music*).....a mess. When a toddler has nothing bad to play with, they create their own. I encountered art from the diaper (Yes, poop smeared into the carpet in several spots.)
So, part of me wishes that I had let her watch a movie this morning when she asked. After bathing her and scrubbing the carpet, I realize that it's almost time to get ready for our barbecue with friends.
My stubbornness has decided that we can be a few minutes late....I will go now, and pour my cup of coffee. Then I will read at least one article. Life is too busy to not take some relaxation time.
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HA HA that's hilarious...oooh boy do I hate the poop bomb one. When I was 17, I had the Terrible Two year old Twins (ONCE - I never sat for them again, until a year later and they were 3 lol). After chasing them around the entire house (and constantly getting their names mixed up - they were identical and already knew how to lie about who they were lol), to change diapers, I finally changed them, then put them to bed.
About an hour later I heard massive giggling, and walked into the room. At first it was just minor irritation, they were just hopping up and down, no biggy. Then I noticed one twin was pointing at the other and laughing and saying "poopy, poopy!" and I looked at the other twin. Her diaper had been removed. It was sitting in her bed, completely full of poop, and there were globs of it all over the walls. UGGH was that the grosses thing EVER to clean up. Maybe I should've left it for the parents, ha ha. :P
Anywayz, funny story, surprised I could relate to one not being a Mom yet and all, thanks for sharing. :)
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