Jodi’s World of Motherhood

Mikey was “taking a nap” today and I went downstairs to work on some bills. After a while I heard him clunking around upstairs but I didn’t feel like fighting with him about it (we have done enough of that already) so I let it go. After a while all was quiet so I ran upstairs to see if he was asleep yet. He was laying in his bed naked so I went in to get mad at him for taking off his diaper (he’s half potty-training right now). Well when I came in I smelled a BAD smell and he says “Mommy I pooped in the potty!” The problem was he didn’t get me to help him wipe. ARGH! There was poop all over his bedding, pillow, and all over him, and when I went into the bathroom it was all over there too.

I started the clean up process and gathered up all the bedding and took it down to the basement to start a load of laundry. The smell of it all was so bad I was gagging as I went down the steps. I got everything all stain treated and loaded up and headed upstairs. Halfway up the steps I caught a wiff of something good. I quickly realized that it was baby powder I was smelling and I dreaded getting to the top of the stairs. Sure enough, at the top of the steps Mikey was standing there baby powder in hand (and all over himself). It got worse as I turned into the family room. The couch, piano, tv, floor, and about everything else in the room were COVERED in baby powder. THAT mess took me twice as long to clean up as the poop.

Now I am sitting here typing this so that I can calm myself down and laugh about it all instead of continuing to be ticked at him.