Poopy Days - Guest Post!

This poopy day is straight from the life of Melissa from withasmile.wordpress.com! She has many more wonderful stories of motherhood on her site, so check it out!

She is a wonderful wife, mother, and friend (who happens to blog) and we are grateful that she has agreed to share one of her poopiest days with us! 

Thanks Melissa!

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I woke up this morning feeling awful, but I was determined to go to church no matter what. Going to church, however, turned out to be much more difficult than I’d anticipated. The morning started reasonably enough. Everyone slept in until 10am, which was a real treat. I fed everyone breakfast, the kids tidied their bedrooms, I packed the diaper bag and snacks for Nursery, I set out dresses, tights, suits, ties, shoes, and clean underwear for each of the kids. Normal, right?

Then Sophie, our puppy, pulled a stinky diaper out of the garbage and chewed a hole in it! The results were pungent and disgusting, to say the least. I should have taken this as a bad sign, but I forged ahead in spite of my very nauseated stomach.

By this time it was nearly 11am so I had one more hour to finish getting everyone ready. Looking back, I am amazed at how much can happen in just one hour! I threw chicken nuggets and french fries into the oven, set the timer, and filled the bathtub with water. Everyone was standing naked around me, and Braden was fussing because he didn’t want a bath.

Joshua was first to be bathed. As I was rinsing his hair, Maddie came into the bathroom and grabbed the toilet plunger. Thinking she wanted to play with it, I took it back from her. She started to cry and turned quickly to leave. And when she turned I saw that her entire bottom was covered in poop from her waist to her knees! Yikes!

I realized that Maddie was probably after the plunger for a reason so I told Maddie not to move, asked Brenna to watch Braden, handed Joshua a towel as he stepped from the tub, and hurried to the other upstairs bathroom. What a sight! The toilet was flooded and there was poop, toilet paper, and water all over the floor. Amid the tangle of wet TP and doo-doo, was Sophie… happily eating feces out of Maddie’s poop-filled pull-up!! I’ve seen a lot of poop-tastrophies in my time as a mom, but this one was the worst!

I grabbed Sophie (who was covered in poo), shut the bathroom door to hide the offending scene, and put the poopy puppy outside until I could deal with her. I scrubbed Maddie clean with too many wipes to count and stood her in the bathroom. I helped Brenna into the tub and started washing her hair. As I was working up a good lather, with Braden and Maddie both whining next to me and Sophie yapping to be let inside, I heard Joshua holler, “Mommy, the fries are burning!”

I’d forgotten about lunch in the oven! I hadn’t heard the timer beeping amid all the crying, whining, and barking. I told Brenna to rinse her hair and raced downstairs with Joshy- who was still naked- to pull the chicken nuggets and fries from the oven. Thankfully, they weren’t too overdone. But in my haste, I did burn my hand on the scalding metal oven rack. I screeched for a second and nearly dropped the baking sheet full of hot nuggets and fries.

As I recovered and set the tray on the stove, Joshua said with pity in his voice, “I knew that hurt by the noise you made.” He pointed to a larger oven mitt and suggested gently, “Maybe next time you should use this one instead.”

I flipped off the oven, hurried upstairs again, and double-checked Brenna’s rinse job. She’d done a great job rinsing her hair and I was glad that, at nearly six years old, she is old enough that I could leave her for a moment in the tub while I prevented our kitchen from burning down.  I helped her out of the tub and it was then that I decided that Braden was clean enough to forgo his bath. Too many unexpected things had happened, I still had lots of poop to clean up, everyone was naked and whining, and I was rapidly running out of time.

Maddie, however, did need a bath after her morning poo fiasco. I lifted her into the tub and washed her up, which was painful now that my finger was burned. As I finished bathing Maddie, Joshua- trying to be helpful- let our barking, poop-covered Sophie back into the house. Thankfully the carpet didn’t end up with too much poop on it before I found out and told Josh to put the dog back outside again.

With baths done, I took everyone downstairs and dished up lunch. The kids all ate naked and wrapped in their bath towels, but what can I say- I was in a hurry. I grabbed stinky Sophie from the backyard and plopped her in the tub. Just as I dumped a handful of puppy shampoo into my hand, I discovered that Sophie is now tall enough to leap out of the bathtub on her own. So I chased my poopy, dripping wet dog through the house with one hand burned and the other hand full of shampoo. For being a small dog, Sophie sure is fast! And as exhausted and queasy as I was, I was in no mood to chase anything. I was able to finally snatch her up, and finish washing her. Then I quickly Clorox-ed the bathroom and plunged the toilet.

The kids were still eating lunch so I put on a skirt and dressy shirt, washed my face, and fixed my hair. No time for a shower today! I washed my hands and arms thoroughly though, necessary after all the poo I’d dealt with so far that morning. Lucky for me, nearly six years of having children has enabled me to do things very quickly. I was in and out of my bedroom in no time.

I wiped Braden off head to toe with baby wipes, and dressed Maddie and Braden in their church outfits. I helped Joshua button his buttons, tucked in his shirt, and untucked his pants from his black dress socks. I fixed everyone’s hair and warmed up a bbq sandwich for Rick to eat on the way to church.

As I came out of the kitchen- exhausted, sick, overwhelmed by all that had happened in just one hour, and amazed that we were ready with time to spare- I found my four sweet children sitting on the couch together. Brenna was reading aloud from a story book about Jacob and his sons. They all looked so angelic. It warmed my heart to see them that way and it lifted my spirits up again.

What a crazy, crazy, crazy morning it was! But it was truly worth it to attend church today! And at least my crazy, poopy morning makes a great story to tell! 

The kids reading together before church…

My four little sweeties…

Sick Days

Being sick - it’s one of life’s little nuisances and no one is immune. Sadly, not even mothers.

A few weeks back I was pretty much flat on my back with the whole kit and caboodle, and I mean everything. It felt like I had strep, a sinus infection, a constant migraine, food poisoning and the flu all at the same time, so needless to say, I was barely able to move or keep anything down. I was having a heck of a time taking care of myself, let alone a sick little one.

After much wailing and gnashing of teeth (literally...isn't teething just wonderful?) I was finally able to get the little guy down for a nap. Exhausted and weak I laid down myself, relishing in the peace and quiet.

Mere moments passed, when suddenly :

KNOCK KOCK KNOCK went the door.

BARK BARK BARK went the dog.

WAH WAH WAH went the sick baby boy.

Already hating whoever was at the door I practically crawled over to answer it. Once I finally got there I pulled the door open to find that it was the maintenance guy from the property management company.

Maintenance guy:  “Oh… did I wake you?”

Me: “No you woke my sick baby...can I help you with something?”

Maintenance guy: “Oh… I was just wanting to let you know that I am here that’s all.”

Me: “...Okay...”

Maintenance guy: “Sorry for waking your baby…”

Me: *Silently turns around in order to not explode with anger and/or rage*.

Eventually, after some nursing and snuggles, the tears subsided and we got on with our day. Being horribly sick is hard enough when you can curl up in bed all day; unfortunately that's not an option for us moms. In fact, chances are if you're sick your child is as well, so not only do you not get a break, but it just gets harder. It's a good thing their just so darn cute! (And who can complain about all the extra sick-snuggles? :)

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Poopy Days

Are you covered in other people's poop on a regular basis without getting paid for it? Then you might be a mom.

I have had poop from another human being on me in places I never could have imagined! It seems to find places that even sand can't!

You know those days right? When poop just seems to be everywhere??

Like most mothers of a newborn, I have experienced many blow-out diapers and, to my chagrin, a lot of poop on my person. One of my son's worst poopy days had me laughing purely out of hysteria by the end of the day.

He was sitting in his bumbo seat and enjoying some upright time while I was enjoying the fact that he was entertaining himself for once! This, of course, was short lived and he began to fuss. In one of many noob mommy moments I assumed he was fussing because he missed me and wanted to be snuggled.

I proceeded to "rescue" him and as I begin to lift him out of his seat he exploded!
He was covered in poop - as was I. (How they can get poop on nearly every surface of their body is still a mystery to me.)

On my shirt, down my leg and onto my feet...

The dog sat near by licking his lips, more excited then he had ever been about this new little baby. I, on the other hand, was freaking out.

Home alone, I ran to the bathroom not knowing what to do or where to put this poop covered baby. I didn't know what else to do so I sat him in his empty baby bath and shed most of my clothing. He was next and I stripped him down to his birthday suit. Since at this point I was elbo deep in poop I figured, what the heck! So I hopped into the shower with my little guy (mind you, I'm still in my underwear!) and we stood there until most of the poop was down the drain.

He, meanwhile, was laughing and giggling to his hearts content. He had won the jackpot of poopy diapers and was enjoying every second of it.

Because of my bone-head move of putting him in his tub covered in poo I now had to set him down on the only thing within reach... a clean white towel.

As I went through the painstaking process of cleaning out his baby tub he rolled around on the bathroom floor naked and laughing. I was currently dripping wet and starting to giggle myself.

The tub was scrubbed, he was bathed, the carnage was mostly contained, and I could finally relax. We sat in bed and I nursed him to sleep.

It was a quiet, happy ending to an eventful afternoon.

Or so I thought until my husband got home, at which point I realized I still had poop on me! All over my legs... and all over the bed!

Isn't being a mom glamorous!?

What about you? What's your poopiest story?

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Welcome to Motherhood!

After joining club "mommy" I felt like I had the rug pulled out from underneath me. Because I know now I was no where close to being prepared. Sure I had the crib and the car seat. But that's not the kind of prepared I am referring to.

We are all so different, our experiences and how we experience them are all so different, and our children are most definitely all so very different. 

The point?

Well the point my fellow mommy is this: That regardless of the countless snippets of advice you get, the books you read, and the numberless stories you are told while expecting; nothing and I mean nothing can truly prepare you for motherhood.

I am lucky enough to have a supportive and amazing husband. Someone who gets up in the middle of the night and changes diapers! But even though I have this amazing guy that helps me tremendously there are just somethings only another mommy will understand or appreciate.

So this my lovely ladies is a blog for mommy stories, mommy experiences, and mommy ranting. All of which I hope lead to a lot of mommy laughing, sharing, and support.