May 10, 2012

Sarcastically Wonderful Mothering Moments...

It was a baking hot August morning... 

I was four months pregnant with baby number four and I was tired... exhausted... worn out!

I woke up that morning and sent the older two children off to school. It was just me and Angelina (who at the time was 2) and we both seemed to be sluggish that day. 

I put a load of clothes in the washer, cleaned up the kitchen from breakfast and found myself getting more and more tired as the minutes moved on... sooo tired.

I was not a person who took naps, that was absolutely unheard of for me... but my head and eye lids were getting heavier with each passing second and I felt if I could only take a few minutes... even if just 15 minutes to rest, perhaps that would be all I would need to keep me moving for the rest of the day.

I unselfishly put that ridiculous idea aside since I had Angelina to look after.  I forged on that morning and started to fold the clothes that were in the dryer... half way through the load of clothes I realized it had gotten quiet. I turned my head to find my sweet little Angel asleep on the sofa. I wasn't sure if it was the August heat here in Louisiana making us so tired, or if we both just didn't get enough rest the night before... but I seen my chance, and I took it.  Oh I hesitated a little... there was so much to do... did I mention I never took naps.

As I lay my head down on my pillow I thought... why? Why don't I take naps? It seems like such a wonderful thing... naps... so full of rest and peace right? I drifted... off... to sleep. 

I awoke to giggles, my heart started to pound... what was she laughing at? Laughing could not be a good thing could it? Oh my goodness... why did I take a nap?!  I walked as fast as I could to the living room to find Angelina sitting on the sofa watching t.v.  Whew!  What was I worried about?! She's fine... everything's fine!

I turned to walk in to the kitchen... I was going to start prepping for lunch when  all of a sudden....  what in the?! (sniff) wh... at...  what is that smell?! 

ugh... (gag)

(sniff) What is that?!

(sniff) it was... poop! It smelled like poop!  Oh... my poor baby!  "Angelina" I called... whew... I thought "this one is going to call for a bath!"

In ran Angelina... 


My heart stopped... for an entire minute I just stared at her... my mouth open, eyes wide... I went into mini hysterics!  "Angelina, did you poop? Did you poop?! Where did you poop? Where's the poop?!"  She just stared at me... blankly... 

I began to walk back forth in the living room... (sniff) ugh... (sniff, sniff) gag... 
My four month pregnant stomach couldn't take much more of this!!  I walked back and forth, and back and forth... I looked over all the floors, in the chairs, on the sofa, behind the chairs... I could smell it!  WHERE WAS IT?! 

I spotted the diaper! It was near the window... I picked up the diaper and it was... empty. empty?

Me. confused. looked up to glance out the window in thought. Where could....

uh uh.... no.... no way....  I sat there... staring at the window.  I believe this was one of the only times in my life I both laughed and cried at the same time... the window... the window?!

There on the window... was the poop. 

She had taken the poop.... out of her diaper... and s-m-e-a-r-e-d it on the window!
 Did I mention it was a hot "baking" day in August, here in Louisiana?!  

I could not simply wipe the poop off the window... oh no... that would be too easy.... the sun had baked the poop onto the window... it took scraping, and scrubbing, and gagging, and crying, and laughing... and why??? What in the world would posses her to do this?! 

Needless to say... I never took a nap again... and I didn't get anything accomplished at all that day, except half a load of clothes folded, one window cleaned, and a bath... for both of us. 

(I don't even want to think about how she got the poop off her hands!)

This post was inspired by

Mama’s Losin’ It
Prompt #1.) Share a parenting moment where you really began to realize what this mothering thing is all about.


Betsy said...

Oh. My. Word. I can't even imagine... and I thought cleaning up the smeared poop off the kitchen floor after the dog got into the trash was bad. But baked on poop??

Yes, mothering is about poop. Lots and lots of poop.

TMW Hickman said...

I agree with Betsy; mothering is all about the poop! I admire you for being able to clean the window.

Stacey said...

Oh no!!! That is so very gross. Moms really pay for it when they take naps! What a funny story though.