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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