Funny enough, I was just telling my friend how we've never had any major "poop incidents" at my house. I mean, I've got three kids, the oldest almost four....so I thought that was kind of amazing. Maybe I was boasting a little bit. Definitely came back to bite me in the butt because I spoke to soon.
The day before Quin's 2nd birthday, we were at home just hanging out & recovering from being sick. All three kids & myself caught a cold and we're all congested, runny noses, watery eyes, cough, scratchy throat....you know, the fun stuff. Needless to say, nobody was really feeling that great. Quin had already had a rough morning since she is deathly afraid of pooping on the toilet. We're talking like screaming, crying, running afraid. She has been potty training for less than a month now, and doing great, minus the being afraid of poop thing. She just holds it. Which is HORRIBLE! So I'm really pushing for her to go in the toilet and get over the fear. This special particular day she went poop on the toilet and cried her eyes out. Somehow I always use bath time to deflect situations. It's like the easy way out. Kids are bored? BATH TIME. Everyone is crying? BATH TIME. Kid's are falling asleep when it's way to close to bed & you need to keep them up longer? BATH TIME! So you see, it work's at all times. Since Quin was a wreck, I said "BATH TIME!" And the kids always scream and laugh and run upstairs like I just announced we we're going to eat ice cream. We head upstairs & Quin tells me she has to poop again, so she sat on the toilet & does her business. I thought that was perfect since we we're getting in the bath, of course. I start the water, get Quin in, get Ruby in and get the little man all undressed and lathered up in soap. I go to put Dean in the water when I see little bits floating around. Me: "Quin? Did you poop?" Quin: "YES!" Ruby: Jumps out of the bath SCREAMING. I set poor little naked soapy Dean down on a towel on the floor. I then pick up Quin who has just had MAJOR, nasty, horrible, HUGE diarrhea man poop in the bath tub. (I literally don't know how she had that much left since she had just pooped twice within the 20 minutes before!) She turns around, sees the mess & of course starts SCREAMING. Ruby sees it and starts screaming LOUDER. Ruby upsets Quin. Ruby starts backing toward the door which I open and make her leave the bathroom. Quin's hysterical at the point, the little naked man is now screaming, and I'm left with a bathtub FULL of the grossest mess. I shove Quin out the bathroom door, then let the water out of the tub as quickly as possible. I picked up Dean and rinsed him off in the sink, got him dried and dressed & then tackled scrubbing out the tub with bleach. By the time everything was clean, I had to carry Quin back into the bathroom kicking and screaming and bathe her in about thirty seconds because she was screaming like someone was murdering her. I guess the scene of the crime was a little traumatizing to her. Ruby flat out refused to get back into the bath with Quin, so I had to wait until Quin was done before Ruby got back in and cleaned up. All that with a horrible headache from my cold and I'd say it was about the most not funny, funny experience we've had with poop thus far. Feel free to tell me your poop stories so I feel better about mine.
