I slip into your (strangely suspiciously) too quiet room
and though it's half-dark
there's no mistaking the
poop on your hands
poop on the wall
poop in your crib
poop in your hair.
I believe I'll cry
but you cock your head
reach up with your (smeary smelly) little hands
and smile with all your might
and poop in your teeth.
Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer
Freelance Writer
Parenting
Motherhood
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6 comments:
Been there, done that. TOO many times! It's funnier reading about it than going through it. Thanks, Sally!
No way that really happened, but thanks for giving me something to laugh about. It's much needed getting back to the grind after a long weekend!
When my twins were two and a half the whole family took turns with a wicked stomach virus. One morning I found them basically face painting each other with diarrhea. It was worse than you can possible imagine trying to clean them and their pajamas and the rug with my husband and I nauseaous to begin with. It still makes me shudder. Sally- if motherhood ever gets too fun for you, call me. I could use a good territory partner.
Jeannie
I have been there too. I had to dress Princess in sleepers backwards with the zipper safety pinned in order to keep her dressed in her crib when she was small.
I have 2 words for you:
Duct tape!
Bwahahahahaaaa!!!! I know, I shouldn't laugh. This hasn't happened to me YET. How long did it take to clean all that up??
His,
Mrs. U
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