Today was one of those days that I kind of just want to forget about, but it was also so bad that it was a little humorous. Just a fair warning that there is plenty of potty talk below.
8:30 a.m. - I woke up to the sounds of the kids playing in their room. They are seriously so kind to me right now. I know I am spoiled that they don't come storming in the minute they wake up, but just enjoy playing with legos or making up elaborate stories with their stuffed animals. The day started off nicely... but that didn't last long!!
I got up, did the morning routine of getting all of us ready, the boys had breakfast and then played more with legos while I responded to a few emails. While I was doing that, I noticed Charlie squatting in the corner and breathing funny, so I ran over, scooped him up, and rushed him to the bathroom so he wouldn't go in his underwear. Keep in mind that he was yelling and protesting the entire time. He had gotten just a smidge on his underwear, but luckily had not pushed it all out yet.
10-10:30 a.m. Sat on the steps across from the bathroom while Charlie tried to go. He got mad anytime I said anything, so I just sat there in silence and tried not to gag at the smell. I had been giving him mineral oil with orange juice for the last couple of days with the hope that it would make going easier for him, but I think it all just backed up in his system and he was finally getting it all out. In a not very pleasant way.
10:30 a.m. - Charlie finally pooped, we did the happy dance and I rewarded him with a game on the iPhone. We left late for playgroup at a friend's house around 10:50 p.m.
11:30 a.m. - I am sitting near Charlie while he's playing with some toys and my nose gets a whiff. UH OH. I scoop him up once again, run him up the stairs to the bathroom and he starts kicking, screaming, wailing, going berserk in the bathroom. Will NOT sit on the toilet, has indeed started going because there is once again a tiny bit in his underwear, but he is so boiling mad that I took him from the toys and am making him once more sit on the toilet, that there is no getting him on that toilet. He screams for about 15 minutes, won't go to the bathroom, and finally I give up and say it is time to go (preschool was starting in 15 minutes). I gathered up our things and put the kids in the car (Charlie was still upset with me).
12:00 p.m. - Arrive at preschool, unbuckle Eli first and go around to unbuckle Charlie, where Eli is trying to push his way through Charlie's legs to get out of the van first on Charlie's side since the other side is the road (this is a regular problem as they are constantly competing to be first. At whatever we're doing. Going out to the car. Going in to a store. Whatever! It drives me crazy). Eli's forcefulness makes Charlie upset, so he's crying as I walk him up to the door. We get to the door and his sweet teachers are coaxing Charlie to come inside, but then Eli suddenly loses it and starts crying, says he's too tired to go to school, doesn't want to go, etc.
OH MY GOSH. The tears today. So many tears. I finally had to leave them both crying and wailing in the doorway (later Eli told me he didn't think school would be fun so he didn't feel like going. Which is silly because he always loves it when he's there).
12:30-2:30 p.m. - Enjoyed two blissful hours all by myself. Ate popcorn, watched an episode of CSI Miami and worked on an album design for a client. Tried to not think about the crummy, stinky morning.
When the kids were dropped off, they were tired and wanted to watch a show. Charlie was in different clothes because he pooped a little in his underwear at school. We had to leave in an hour for visiting teaching, which I knew wouldn't make them very happy (it is so hard to leave the house in the late afternoon - one or both kids usually protest). So I said they could watch two short shows in exchange for being happy about leaving after they were over. Both boys agreed they wouldn't fuss when it was time to leave.
4 p.m. - It's time to leave. Charlie has once again gone a tiny bit in his underwear, so I give up and put a diaper on him so that if he has an accident at the park, at least it won't be in his underwear. I'm cursing the mineral oil by this point.
All goes well at the park until Charlie comes running by me and one of the other moms that I'm visiting with comments that it smells like dog poop...
Nope. Just my stinky child who has pooped in his diaper AND gone down the slide a few times, so it is all over his bum and elsewhere. Seriously, he reeked and it was disgusting. I had another diaper in the car, so I attempted to change him at the park and went through probably 20 wipes and still didn't get him entirely clean. I was trying not to throw up as I changed him because it smelled so rank. This is why 3-year-olds poop in the potty. Not in a diaper. It's disgusting.
It was getting really cold outside, so we finished up and headed home. Ben was home a little early to go to a dentist appointment, but he was kind and helped get Charlie ready for a bath, then headed out.
6:15 p.m. - Charlie poops in the tub (NOT something he does often). I breathe through my mouth, scoop him out of the tub and gingerly pick out all of the bath toys that now need to be sanitized, cleaned out the remains in the tub and washed the tub. And tried not to throw up once again.
Moral of the story: Mineral oil + Charlie. Do not mix well. I give it to Eli on a daily basis because of the medicine he is on (that can make you constipated), but I think giving Charlie the same amount of mineral oil as I give to his older brother was not wise.
Both kids were in bed at 7 p.m. sharp. I was so tired from dealing with poopy day!! (I have to give Eli some credit though - he actually stayed dry all day, which hasn't happened in weeks). Ben brought home some tacos for dinner after his dentist appointment and that was the highlight of the day. Tomorrow has to be better :)