A couple of weeks ago I read an article in WonderTime magazine called "Confessions of a Mommy Blogger" it was interesting to me since I am one of the people she was referencing in the article. It was hilarious and talks about how blogging is narcissistic and time consuming, but we do it anyway. It listed lots of reasons moms blog like delaying something less fun that needed to be done, journaling lifes moments, connecting with other moms, etc. One thing it pointed out, was that maybe as mommy bloggers we should be worried that one day the things we have written will mortify our children. Well I don't think I have mortified Maelee yet....all that being said....she pooped in the tub tonight. I felt bad for her more than grossed out because: one who would ever do that on purpose - and two how terrible would it be to sit in a pool of water surround by your own (or anyone/anything elses for that matter) feces. Having never dealt with the situation before and not really having a game plan ready I had Frank hold her over the tub dripping while I emptied the water and refilled the tub so we could finish the bath. I mentioned my reaction as more a reaction of sympathy than that of disgust. Daddy's reaction however went a little something like this. I say "Ohp looks like...looks like...yep she is pooping Frank, she is pooping in the tub." Frank then hurries and looks in the tub to see for himself (as if maybe I would lie or trick him about this) and very loudly says "oh man thats gross" leaves the room due to shock I guess and stays in the hallway until I ask him to please come back in and hold her for a minute while I empty the water. Maelee then, who isn't done yet and is getting worried, starts to cry because Daddy just looked at her and said something in a scary loud voice and left the room - and I am holding her up while she is trying to finish her job. He did help and console her while the mess washed away and we finished the bath. So now as we put Maelee to bed, and I scrubbed her tub and the big tub down with disinfecting products (I am still trying to decide how to really make sure the rubber ducky is once again squeaky clean) I am waiting for the water heater to fill back up so I can take a shower myself.
Sorry future Maelee, I had to do it.
6 comments:
I am just waiting for the day Haylee does that...
oh man, I rarely laugh out loud...but that story got me going. I can just picture the whole thing. Poor little thing probably had no idea what was going on -hopefully future Maelee will take the whole blog in good humor! : )
I have to say I feel deep sympathy for Maelee that must have been a trying day. And also kudos to you for keeping a cool and level head. And to Frank, well thanks for the laugh. Dan and I cracked up at his reaction, and Dan assures me that if we find ourselves in a similar situation he'll believe me without proof.
This happened to me when I was a nanny. The little girl went in the tub. I didn't have anyone to help me so I had to get her out, dry her off, clean it up, and put her back in with fresh water. I think if that happened to our kid and Wendel was in the room he would get sick (he has a weak stomach)...so I will have to deal with it on my own again. Sounds like you guys handled it well.
I was pregnant with Jack when Emma pooped in the empty bathtub while I was getting her towel. She was like 13 months old, and I came back to find her playing in it. I promptly vomited, due to the pregancy hormones and smell and then showered off the poopy and disinfected the tub. You are truly initiated the day that your child poops in the bathtub. Welcome to the club!!
Classic! Just think one day we will all be setting around Pappa and Nanna's house relating stories and not doubt about it this one will come up! Thanks for the laugh Frank!
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