As if I don’t write enough about it. Geez. I am annoyed with myself. But, you know, you draw what you can from your own experiences and this is apparently what my life is consisting of lately.
Today was a particularly special day.
It started off with poo and ended with it as well. How blessed am I! I guess I am blessed with an almost 3 year old that can pee in the potty, but hasn’t quite mastered the poo. But has mastered the ‘holding it’ part of the movement and is rather good at it.
Blah. Anyways, thats how it started today. A nonchalant statement ‘Mummy? I poo in my underwears.” It was just a flat out statement. No emotion at all. It has become de rigeur. Routine. Normal.
And then this afternoon? We got home, walked the dog and then headed out into the courtyard to pull some weeds. We have had a serious weed eruption in the last 5 days. It’s insane. V and I pulled about 3 pounds of weeds this afternoon and in the middle of all of this vigrous pulling, V announced:
“Mummy! Dere’s poo! Right der!”
“Oh?” Uninterestedly… “There is?”
“Mummy!! Right der. Da poo. It’s icky. It’s on my sock”.
Ok, now that got my attention. What? And then? There it was. In the middle of the courtyard.
A turd. Just one. But don’t worry, there was a shower of them to follow.
I had to pick them all up individually. With my bare hands.
Ha! I kid. I keed. I used a papertowel.
And just when I thought I’d got them all, we started heading upstairs and then one more appeared. Renegade poop.
Vince shouted: “It’s a stinky icky poo!! Ewwwwwwww!” Which made me laugh as it rolled out of his pant-leg and on to the floor. He created and disowned in a microsecond.
Having nothing near by to pick it up with, I used V’s dirty sock to pick up the turd, carry it upstairs and deposit it in the toilet.
And that, probably, is the perfect example of the regular life of a normal Mummy. Sock poo pick-up. Vomit slasher-film type experience. Random wet pants.
Edward got home 15 minutes later to a clean Vince, pj-clad and pleasant. Neither of us mentioned anything about poo. To Daddy or each other. Not that, I think, its something we’d have a conversation about. But it was just not mentioned.
And then, I watched Beauty and the Beast and went to bed. Clearly a win of a day…