WARNING! If you are squeamish or if you, by chance, want to have children of your own in the future, you may not want to read this post.As Steen was out of town, this was to be my first morning doing everything on my own. Getting three kids up, feeding them breakfast, getting them ready, and taking them to their respective daycare/school and then getting myself (also fully dressed and full of breakfast) to work by 8:30.
The idea of doing this on my own has stressed me for weeks. For the unitiated, it may seem like a simple task to handle this job... but I'm here to tell you it takes a lot of planning. And plan I did. Last night I put out breakfast bowls, vitamins, spoons, clothes for everyone. I packed the little one's backpack. I organized hats and gloves. I set everything by the door, ready to go.
This morning, I actually got out of bed on time (at 5), got myself ready, woke everyone else at 6, fed them, made sure they were all dressed, hair combed, teeth brushed. Everyone was ready to go at 6:45. And then....
Matthew: "Mom, I think Nicholas just pooped. It smells really bad!"
My thought was that's ok, I still have 15 minutes before we have to be out the door. I can handle this....
Ha ha!!!!
"Nicholas, come out here!" I called, as I calmly readied the wipes and a new diaper for him. And, amazingly, he actually came to me when I called him, tramping through the living room, down the hallway and into the laundry room. I was so proud of him, and he was all smiley and happy..
Then I picked him up.
First, I noticed that his pants were soaked. Then my eyes travelled to his slippers, which were also soaked -- and covered in doo-doo... on the bottom!
"Matthew, can you get me an entirely new set of clothes for Nicholas -- underwear, pants, shirt and socks. It's an emergency!"
(Matthew later pointed out it wasn't really an emergency... just a minor need for assistance....)
I carried Nicholas into the bathroom, set him down in the shower, removed every stitch of clothing (I am not kidding when I say he was covered with the disgusting stuff from his shoulders to his toes), and gave him a bath. Ugh.
New diaper. New underwear, socks, shirt, pants, and new slippers. And Nicholas chattering and happy all along.
Put him back on the floor and then spent the next 15 minutes cleaning every foot of flooring he had traversed to reach me in the laundry room, as well as the carpet in the living room (which I will have to take to the cleaners....)
"It's out of my control", I kept telling myself, forcing a smile all along.
And then I had to laugh (well, actually, getting to the "this is really funny" stage took a few hours)...
I'm here to tell you that even the best laid plans are doomed to fail!!!! Cheers for the poopy days.
