Parenthood is not always the 2.5 children and a white picket fence. I would like to say it is RARELY like that, and I am no June Cleaver :) Past the brown hair (wait, June had brown hair, didn't she? Now I have to go check), we are almost nothing alike. I do believe that parenting today has all the same, and more challenges than it did in the 50's. I do wonder how often other parents stepped in poop back then.
That's right, I have finally had the dubious pleasure of stepping in my own child's poop. Honestly, it took almost 6 years to happen, and one would wonder what took so long? Especially since both of my children are day potty trained. Neither of my kids ever took their own diapers off and played in poop, and up to this point, the only problem we had was when Bishop was first learning to wipe his own bottom, would get poop on his fingers and wipe it off on the wall. Yeah, that happened too.
Two evenings ago, as the children were being tucked in by Zach, I went to go into the bathroom to clean up the bath-time mess, and my foot squished and slid. I am not going to lie, I knew it was poop. Did I yell or panic or be incredibly disgusted? Nope. I calmly yelled for Zach to bring me the Clorox wipes to help me clean off my foot so I didn't have to hop around the house with poop on my foot. I calmly wiped the poop off, then cleaned the floor.
I am actually more worried about how calm I was and accepting of the situation than I am about how the poop got there. I actually know how, so that mystery is solved. Sweet Cadence wears a pull up at nap time, and when she woke up, she had pooped in it, and went into the bathroom to go potty. Meanwhile, as she took the diaper off herself, the poop fell out of it, to lurk in the doorway, waiting for someone to step in the exact right place. Zach went in to help her clean up after she went potty, and didn't notice that the poop mysteriously disappeared from the diaper. I would like to think I wouldn't overlook such a thing, but alas, this has never actually happened before.
I feel like the calmness is a symptom. I am just going to call the over shadowing thing here "Motherhood" and my strange ability to step in human feces without screaming and freaking out about it is just a symptom of this. There are many, MANY things about motherhood that are astonishing to me. I am always overwhelmed by the incredible amount of love I have for my children, as well as my ability to calmly say things like, "Stop licking my leg" and "Stop swinging in the car" and "If you don't stop jumping on Bishop like that, you can't have any milk. Ever again."
Milk is always a good leverage with the smallest one in the house. And by smallest, I mean Ashlyn.
Just kidding, she doesn't jump on him, she is more likely to poke him in the eye, which he would think is hilarious. And milk is an excellent bargaining tool with a 5 month old :D
Anyways, I am always amazing at the things I am willing to do and go through for my kids. The least of which is stepping in their poop. Apparently, it is time to nap-train the little girl.
