Friday, December 04, 2009

If you have a queasy stomach...DO NOT READ, this post involves large amounts of poop, but has a moral to the story




Well this morning started off great and very routine. We were all having a nice relaxing morning, enjoying some Christmas songs and a little time with Brian before he went to work. I was folding laundry and Kenndall walks in and tells me she pooped. I have had her in underwear, so I just take a deep breath and prepare to go clean up the mess. I carry her into the bathroom, where I find Cooper on the potty. He holds up his hand and whines, "look at that". I look at his hand and there is poop on it. I was surprised because he is a very clean child and would never get poop on his hand voluntarily. So I take a closer look and he was wiping his hiney and the toilet paper ripped and voile there was poop on his hand. So I get him off the potty and start getting him to wash his hands, I flush the toilet and I turn to Kenndall who still has poop in her pants. I take off her undies, dump the poop in the potty and flush again. Well, that is when the problems began, I lay Kenndall down to wipe off her bottom and all the sudden I feel water splashing on me. I turn and to my horror the toilet is overflowing, not just a trickle, water is gushing everywhere, and it is not clean water, it is poop water! I grab Kenndall and set her outside of the bathroom and then grab Cooper and do the same, the whole bathroom floor is now covered with toilet water. At that point Kenndall says she needs to go potty. I am running to get towels, so her comment does not register. I run back to start laying towels down on the floor and I realize that Kenndall has just peed on the floor. Oh, did I mention that Kenndall and Cooper are both crying, for some reason that I do not know. So, I go tell Brian, who was getting is stuff together for work and had no idea about the situation. We laugh and say our prayer before he goes to work, on his way out he says, "This is why you are the mom, and I am not." Ah, perspective. So, I am thankful that my children are happy and healthy and I can stay home with them. I am thankful my bathroom floor is bleached clean. I am thankful that my husband knows that I do a great job taking care of our children. I am thankful that my greatest role in life is making sure that my children grow up to be children of God, and I am so thankful that God is giving me the tools and skills to make that happen, sometimes even through a poop incident like this, a lesson can be learned.