Gross!

Now, normally I am not one to get grossed out by much. I can clean up vomit, poopy diapers, blood, spit, watch live births, butcher a deer, etc. But THIS takes the cake for me...

Maya, Benjamin and Boden were in the living room looking at books. Ryan asked me to stop cleaning the diaper I was cleaning out in the toilet and to follow him into the office for a second so he could show me something on the computer (I bet you know where this is going--too bad I didn't!) I was literally gone for less than two minutes. When I went back into the living room to check on the kids they were all three still sitting there in the exact positions I had left them still looking at books. So I went into the bathroom to resume diaper duty. When what to my wondering eyes did appear...a toilet literally PAINTED in poop--smeared across the top, down the side, onto the floor, across the rug...and of course a horrendous smell to go along with it! I could not figure out what had happened! All possible culprits were still sitting nicely where I had left them only minutes earlier! I yelled something like, "OH MY GOSH!" and ran to Boden, sure enough he had poop all over his little hands, his clothes, and across his face. Apparently he had stopped book reading long enough to crawl into the bathroom, have a snack, paint the toilet and resume reading in the amount of time I was preoccupied.

Have you ever been in a situation so disgusting you couldn't figure out where to start. Here's the dialog I had with myself: "OK now Annette. You're the mother here. You are going to have to be the one to clean this up. Yes you." So I wrangled the poopy breath into the bathtub, clothes and all and after assigning Maya to watch him I began the task of unpainting the bathroom. (Ryan did help clean up the spot on the carpet...thanks hon!)

I never can figure out why we mothers love to share stories like this!?!