Sometimes people tell me that my life is like a TV sitcom. My sister included. I’ve thought about this at times, and have come to the conclusion that my life is frankly, never boring. And for that I am thankful.
Now, this post is about pee… and poop. Yes- I am soooooo going there. So please excuse the potty talk for the next few minutes because boy, is this a story for the books.
So I’m nannying for two, possibly the cutest, boys in the world right now. Seriously- they are bundles of joy. Now believe it or not, at one point- you had to have your diaper changed, and bottom wiped by an adult. Oh the wonders of caring for children!
So the older one was using the potty and after going numero dos, requested my help to wipe his booty.
So I was doing just that. Now frankly, I could use a course or two on the “best technique” for helping a child wipe himself; because it takes me forever-and-a-day and far too many wipes to get the job done.
Well, while I was wiping the older one… little T started screaming for me saying “I have to go potty NOW.”
Now, when this child says he has to go N-O-W… he really means it. You see, we are smack in the middle of potty training and it has not been the easiest job. It has required a whole lot of creativity on my part to get this child to use the bathroom before it all ends up in his pants, or on me. Examples include youtube potty training videos, “rocket ship” to get all the peepee out, and setting an alarm on my phone that goes off hourly to the song “Dinosaur Walk” which he’s learned to associate as “it’s potty time!!!!” ever so enthusiastically. :)
SO back to the story. I am finishing up helping E in the bathroom when little T is telling me that he has to go. So I quickly run outside only to find a puddle of pee next to his train set, and peepee tracks around the bedroom to where he was currently standing.
I go and grab that adorable little child and carry him off to the bathroom. Now, this is where it gets gross.
I take off his pants. And his underwear.
A big chunk of poop falls onto the tile floor. As if it was not bad enough, poor little T steps directly into it.
I pick up that child and put him on the toilet as I assess how to begin cleaning up this huge mess.
Pee on my arms and bracelets. Poop on my hands, the toilet seat, his leg, his FOOT, the ground… peee in their bedroom and the bathroom floor…
I leave the bathroom for a second to grab more wipes. When I return, I literally fall on the ground laughing. Little T was saying “this is icky mess… icky, icky, mess!” while he is trying to get the poop off of his foot by wiping it—
…ALL OVER THE BATHROOM WALLS.
I think it took 30 minutes to clean everything up. It was nasssstyyyyy. Amidst my laughter at this situation, I kept nodding to myself in agreement with little T who kept uttering “icky mess.”
The good news? Well hey, I didn’t get sprayed with pee that day like I did this morning! ;o)
So there you have it- my long and dramatic bathroom story which really should’ve been a TV sitcom. It’s a good thing I really love these adorable kiddos a lot, haha!