I am not one to curse on my blog or out loud much really. In my head it is a whole different story, but that is beside the point.
There is no other word but shit for our weekend. It was everywhere. Literally.
Violet is all good with pee pee in the potty and she just LOVES wearing undies. She even potty trained her doll. How sweet is she?
What she doesn’t relish is putting her nasty poop in that potty and it is driving us crazy. It doesn’t matter if she has undies or a pull up on, she goes right in it and then takes it off with shit going everywhere and then sits on the potty, spreading the nasty all over everything. Of course, I thought, the solution is simple. She can be as naked as the day she is born and I will follow her around like a hawk. When she makes that very obvious shit face, I will place her on the potty and she will learn. It is not rocket science, right?
It could have worked, but Miles got sick this weekend. He came into my room late Friday night saying his body hurt and I heard the sound of his stomach turning. In order to save my bed I sacrificed the carpet. I spun him around (that’s the gentle way of putting it. We have a brand new bed.) and he threw up all the way from my bed to the bathroom and to the potty. He had nothing left. It was all on the carpet. We cuddled him and cleaned him and changed him and then I spent an hour cleaning our carpet, but I knew that this stain, like the ones in the other bedrooms, would be nearly impossible to get out.
On Saturday morning I was performing my hawk like observation of Violet when I head Miles cry out, “Mom, my toots are exploding!”. I glanced at Violet and ran to see Miles trying to run down the hall with diarrhea running down his pant legs. He started bawling and Ross and I were at a loss for a moment. Don’t be shocked, we love him but that was just a lot to take in and we had to figure out a plan for getting him out of his clothes. It turns out there is no good way and we all ended up covered in shit. Thank God I rolled up my sleeves. Miles’ clothes were not salvageable. In fact, we have sacrificed 3 pairs of pants completely this week. They were not worth saving, I promise.
This whole horror story lasted only a few minutes when we remembered Violet. We looked in and she looked fine and happy. Then we saw the floor. Littered amongst the logos and the figures was a bunch of scattered turds. One she had stepped in. As gross as this was, it was better than the previous accident. She looked at the poop and started to pick it up to put it in the potty. At that moment I almost threw up too.
Needless to say, I cleaned a lot of floors Saturday morning. I cleaned a lot of body parts. I cleaned a lot of toys.
Let’s just say Miles got antibiotics and they have made him feel better but his toots keep exploding. And he keeps yelling “exploding toots mom!”.
It’s been a long few days.
You might be wondering about the sunshine? Well, first, we are getting there on the potty training. That will be a big amen moment! Even better though, after 6 years in this house with carpets that have always needed replacing, we are getting new carpet! My big wish got moved to the top of the list when we surveyed the damage of the past few days coupled with all the stuff that came on the carpet from the previous owners with 5 dogs. It’s hard to move “not needed” things up the list with my husband, but this few days of shit totally did it!
I will totally be posting the whole before and after on Tip Top Nest, so I hope you can check it out! It is my brand new home blog. So there’s some sunshine too. I love it!
I am off to continue moving all of the furniture out of the bedrooms. I hope you are having a much less shitty time than I am!