I don’t know about you, but for the past couple of years I’ve gotten a kick out of some of my friends with toddlers Facebook statuses that read along these lines…
“(Child’s name) will only eat mac and cheese that I make from scratch using cheese that costs $20.00 a pound!”
“(Child’s name) is so attached to her blanket that it hasn’t been washed in three months and smells like a wet dog rolled around on it and then lifted its leg as one last parting shot to my inadequacies as a mother”
and the one I used to laugh at the most…
(“Child’s name) just pooped in the tub!”
Of course, those are all funny because they had never happened to me…until the night before Halloween that is.
The night started off fairly normal; J2, T-Spot and BBKF all headed out with another friend to go to one of the area haunted houses. Being eight months pregnant (and my whole support group wanting to go), I stayed home with J3. After dinner it was bath time, so we filled the tub, got all of his toys in there and I went to go grab my iPad and let the dog into the bathroom. I was gone for two minutes-tops. When I got back, this is what greeted me:
Now, the irony of it all is that while I was grabbing my iPad, I had also raided the Halloween candy and was eating a mini Baby Ruth as I walked back into the bathroom. Was that a Baby Ruth in the tub though? HELL no. IT WAS POOP. In his almost two and a half years, J3 had never dropped a bomb in the tub, yet here it was and he was scooting away from it at fast as possible. He was mortified and looked up at me, big blue eyes shiny with tears and whispered “sorry Mom”. My heart melted.
A lot of moms I know would have freaked out seeing three large turds floating in their child’s bath water. Me? I grabbed my phone off the top of the toilet tank and took a picture to send to his father and aunties, laughing the entire time because it was funny. I was now that mom. The mom whose kid poops in the tub.
After I sent the picture though, freaky mom kicked in; I got him out of the tub, grabbed a pair of latex gloves (as the wife of a nurse, there are latex gloves in every room in the house because with a toddler, you never know), and scooped out the poop. I gathered up all the toys floating in the water and dumped them in the kitchen sink. Then into the laundry room I went to find that big jug of Clorox bleach we keep with all the other laundry supplies. The container was about half full and I then proceeded to empty that thing-between the sink with the toys and the tub, there was not a shot in Hades a random poop bug was going to live to see another day. And if I could have scrubbed J3 with it, I would have but he went into our shower instead with antibacterial soap.
By that time, the whole gang was sending me back obnoxious texts about the dooce my kid just laid in the tub. Of course, they too thought it was hilarious because that’s the type of people we are. My husband brought up a good point though when he texted back “didn’t he already poop today?”
Yes, my child is a once-a-day pooper. Most days it’s like clockwork too. between 10 and 11 am I normally get the privilege of changing a stinky diaper, but that’s fine because at least I know it’s coming. So this was completely random. The joys of motherhood I tell ‘ya…
Needing to know if I was the only one out there this has happened to, I had planned on writing this post and then two days later, The SITS Girls sent out an email about their partnership with Clorox and the Bleach It Away campaign. So here I am, sharing my messy moment for a chance to win some stellar prizes from The SITS Girls. (To learn more about the messy moment program, check out www.BleachItAway.com). If you too share your story on the Clorox fan page, you’re entered for the chance to win $25,000 and daily prizes, plus you can grab a coupon for some Clorox Regular Bleach (which of course, after using the entire container in the tub and in the sink, I NEED).
Now, I must know…am I alone in the pooping in the tub catagory? If not, what was your reaction? How did you handle it? Any tips for preventing it from ever happening again? It was funny once, but I doubt it will be funny twice…talk to me!