Shit-tastrophy

Crazy Eyes and I are now hardened battle buddies. Just as I was wrapping up dictating a blog post for you guys about how it’s important to take time to appreciate the little things and not judge yourselves, one of the babies started fussing. That’s when the following shit-tastrophy occurred.

She came into my room and let me know that one of the babies seemed like she was ready to get out of the Jumperoo. I told her it was probably good idea to give her sister another turn anyway. As I pulled The Conqueror out of the Jumparoo I heard a horrified “OH MY GOSH!!”

I looked down right as the smell hit my nose. My tiny terror had jumped the poo right out of her little body. It was all over her, all over the Jumparoo, and smelled like death. Crazy and I started gagging. We both ran down the hallway with the baby. I kept chanting “don’t throw up on your child! Don’t throw up on your child!” over and over as I dry heaved. I  wished I had more arms as I wrestled to keep her from rolling in it. I had no idea what Crazy was doing I just heard her running up and down the hallway. Belatedly I screamed “DON’T GET ANY POO ON YOU!!” I heard the toilet flush a few times and the faucet running. I didn’t ask What she was doing. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to know.

Once I got The Conqueror cleaned up I went back into the living room. Sweet little Crazy Eyes had braved that poopoo and cleaned most of it up. She used almost an entire roll of toilet paper doing it but she did better than most adults in the situation. With an exhausted sigh she looked at me and said “I love you….can I have a piece of candy now?” I gave her a hug and told her yes. She definitely deserved it.

Moral of the story: Having four kids is hard but sometimes they are exactly who you want by your side.

Published by momvanconfessions

I’m just a first time Mom with 3 bonus kids, set of twins, 2 bad dogs, and a full time job who’s trying to get through parenthood and life without completely screwing it up.

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