So, it has been quite some time since I blogged and what it comes down to, every time I want to blog about whatever it may be, I run out of time. As it is right now, I thought I was going to have a chance. Well, yes, I am blogging, but not to the extent that I want because my 16 month old is really itching to get out of that crib. I was hoping for a little bit of "Mommy Time" while my two boys napped.
Well, as my younger son was napping, I put my older son down. Now, he did just get potty-trained. Keeping that in mind, he is not the best at holding it while sleeping. He still wears a Pull-Up for naps and bedtime. So, I put the little bugger down, and I just had a feeling that he was going to, yep you know it, poop. When I walked out of his room, I simply knew it. I was even going to question him about it, which, of course, I should have but did not.
After leaving his room, I walked out and started up a "My Little Pony" because my daughter is obsessed with them right now. Just so you know, if you have a Netflix streaming subscription there is a 52 episode series on there. She pretty much blew through them in a matter of 2 weeks.
Soon after the opening song began, I hear my son's footsteps coming up behind me. He says, "Daddy, I pooped." Yes! He wants Daddy! Phew, I am glad I don't have to deal with that....I thought. Milliseconds later, "Oh, no, I want Mommy." Damn! On the trek back to his room, I noticed that he was walking funny. Yep, he had that I pooped all over myself walk. Sure enough. It was everywhere. All down his legs. On the carpet. On the crib. On the sheets. It even got on me. The boy needed a shower. The boy did not want a shower. The boy began to scream.
I had to clean up the rug, change the sheets, clean off the crib, wash the sheets while my husband wrangled him into the shower. Oh, I did eventually get to change my clothes.
The screaming subsided and everything was ok, until my husband got him out of the shower and asked me where the Motrin was. As he walked into the kitchen to get it, who starts crying...the baby. Grrrrr!
Mommy time is gone. So there was my 5 minutes of Mommy Time. I hope you enjoyed my 5 minutes to myself. :0) Now, I have to go get the baby and make sure that my older son hasn't fallen asleep (because I am sure he will now) because it is too late for him to take a nap. "Too late to take a nap"...I think that is another post for a blog in and of itself. TTFN
Ha ha ha, I didn't even get to finish proofreading this before my son was standing before me with his V-Reader. The batteries died. Of course, they did. There too is another topic for a blog or an inventor to come up with some sort of battery that doesn't die at critical times.
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