So, picture the scene. It's Sunday night. I feed Charlotte her dinner, go upstairs and make her bath. By the time I get back downstairs, WEG has stripped her down to her diaper, so we're ready to go. As I do every night, I get to the bathroom, pull off her diaper and toss it in the trash, and turn to put her in the tub. Only on this particular night, my foot squishes as I step towards the tub. Looking down, I see it....poop all over my foot, in the rug, and on the floor.
Um, GROSS. Obviously when I pulled off her diaper, I did not realize that she had left a prize for me, and when I tossed it in the trash, out flew a bit of poop. So, I did what any sane mother would do....started yelling for my husband. He ran up the stairs to my rescue- probably thinking something was wrong with Charlotte. As I handed her off, he proclaimed how gross the whole scene was and didn't stick around to watch me scrape the poop off my foot. The rug went immediately in the wash, and nobody is worse for the wear. But, I've gotta tell you. This thing called motherhood...at times, it ain't glamorous!
In other news, my Gamecock baseball team claimed the Regional, and we're headed to Chapel Hill for a battle of the Carolinas. Charlotte's ready, and pulling for a South Carolina victory. On to Omaha!
I would die! Although my dog has peed on me several times because she got scared or too relaxed so I feel your pain!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE that smocked Gamecock dress!! Its perfect.
ReplyDeleteWhen Yadi was a puppy I left him in his crate while I was at work one day. He had an "explosion" and sprayed the walls all around his crate. In our brand new house that we hadn't even lived in for a year at that point. Then I scraped some of the pain off accidently when I was scrubbing it off the walls.