The vast majority of Jedi’s bedroom contents are stacked in the laundry area, waiting to be washed and purified. From poop. Lots and lots of poop. That my daughter smeared around his room. After removing her bottoms and relieving herself on his pillow. There was a plop of poop here, a plop of poop there, a plop of poop everywhere except where it should have been. Her diaper, it turns out, was completely clean.
At first ghastly sight, I couldn’t think straight. I froze. My instincts said to wait for backup, but unfortunately it was just me. And a lot of poop. After a few seconds of processing the situation, I managed to get myself together. Buzz stepping in a pile and tracking a trail out of the room might have helped snap me back to reality.
First order of business, contain the craptastrophe. Then, de-poopify the kids.
But it wasn’t contained. I was covered. I managed to smear my washing machine. There was poop in the sink. I tried to get it all, but one can never be certain about these kinds of things.
There was a lot of poop.
“You’re having a bad day, aren’t you Mommy?”, Jedi asked as I’m scrubbing poop out of the carpet.
“Yes, son. Yes I am.”
Dang. That’s a shitty day. I hope you had a bottle of wine and a quiet room waiting for you in the evening.
OK, you win the “Shitty Day” award…
.-= Karen´s latest blog post: 97/365 One of those days… =-.
HAHA Oh my gosh. I do the EXACT same thing.. If Z has a blow out or she gets stuff in her poopy diaper.. I have to stand there and think for a second about my first course of action will be and how I need to handle the situation… Crazy!! Of course, your situation sounds WAY MORE Traumatic than mine have ever been LOL
.-= Candace´s latest blog post: Oklahoma Weather Can Suck It! =-.
@Karen, Do I get a prize? Because if so, it might make it worthwhile.
Yuck.
I’ve been there :/
We had a day where my son kept telling me he had pooped. But I couldn’t find it. All afternoon: “Where’s the poop? Where’s the poop?”
It was in the heating vent of his room.
Awesome.
So good luck to you. And I truly hope you find it all.
.-= Alex´s latest blog post: You, With The Unibrow, Put Some Clothes On =-.
@Alex, Ha! I would expect something like that out of my 3 year old. He puts all kinds of things in the heat vent that I have to dig out later. Thankfully, so far no poop.
Oh, yikes. And I thought having to clean the poop that fell out of LB’s underwear when he had an accident was a bad poop incident. Not at all.
.-= FireMom´s latest blog post: Shrunk You and Other Awful Insults =-.
oh man. That moment of panic of WHERE DO I START?? is the worst.
.-= Jen´s latest blog post: Maggie snippets =-.
Ugh! I think I would have initially frozen in shock, too. On Easter I left my son with my Dad for a moment so I could run out to the car for the diaper bag. I came back into the house to find my Dad just about wringing his hands in horror — “He just REACHED into his diaper and PULLED out a POOP! It’s there, on the FLOOR!”
Kids. Ugh.
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@Crystal @ Semi-Crunchy Mama, That’s funny! At least your son’s was in solid form, though. Unfortunately, my daughter’s was not. Ah, a discussion of poop consistency. I really am a mommyblogger.
So. Sorry.
Here’s to bleach and 409, mom’s best friends. After a nice stiff drink, of course.
.-= Stacia´s latest blog post: Lists, Love, and Robbing the Cradle =-.
My son pooped on the living room floor of a house we were touring with a real estate agent. Yep, that’s my life.
You can read about the entire terrible moment here:
http://livingforthelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-poop-on-it-do-you-have-to-buy-it.html
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@mamacomedy, Oh man. But you pose an interesting question. Did you buy it? Or run away and hope to never see the real estate agent again?
@C. (Kid Things), ran like the freaking wind and laughed our butts off imagining the conversation the agent was having back in mid-town with all his super hip friends about the hillbillies whose kid shit on the carpet.
.-= mamacomedy´s latest blog post: Heavy Heart and Refocusing =-.
OK, seriously? My son shat in our backyard today, stepped in it, then walked in our house with his crappage on the bottom of his shoe thus tracking it all over our living room. He then proceeded to sit down with it still on his heinie and I scrubbed poop out of the carpet like crazy! Did I also mention that my very conservative in-laws had just arrived about five minutes prior?
It’s time like these that I’m thankful I don’t have Oprah’s notorious black light run over me. I would be scared of what they would find.
How timely to me…How timely. So good to know I’m not alone! And “The Shit-uation”? Brilliant.
.-= Natalie at Mommy on Fire´s latest blog post: Dear Sawyer, =-.
Now THAT’S a shitty day!
Something similarly happened to me a few months ago. Potty training wasn’t going so well, then out of no where, my son decides to be “independent”. Missed the toilet, tried to clean up, stepped in it, and ran upstairs to tell me about it. Poop foot- and hand-prints all along the way. I cried. We moved. The End.
.-= Formerly Gracie´s latest blog post: Mommy and Me #8: Vain and Immodest Edition =-.
@Formerly Gracie, Now that’s the way to do it. Just move!