Yesterday between Jakob, Kadence and I, our crank scale was pretty high. Today was Ricks turn. The odd thing about that is Rick never and I mean NEVER gets cranky. Granted he has a temper and every once in awhile blows up, but that is started by yelling like a gorilla and then walking out the door and shutting it so hard the house shakes. So he saves us from the real blow up...which is a good thing. Sometimes you just need to loose it away from people. I usually just walk out the garage door and scream as loud as I can. (Good thing us insane people live out n' the countree)
So when I get home from school Rick is just crank crank crank. I kick him out of the kitchen and send him to his room without lunch. Then the poo starts. Kadence first, which is natural, she is still in diapers. Lately she has been a poo factory, one after another after another and it is not pretty. (Not like mine, it is like roses you know.) Can't wait till this summer and potty training. Last one out of diapers, that deserves a party.
Then it is Jakobs turn. Right before we get ready to go outside I hear him whining in the bathroom. As the proper parent I go and look to see what I can help him with. UGH!! the wall, the floor, the toilet seat, his hands, his legs oh man...then he steps in it. Yes, I am talking about poo.
With as much strength as I can muster I pick him up and carefully take him upstairs. it isn't easy to do the man-hold (outstretched arms keeping child as far away from you as possible) with a 25 pound toddler. Into the tub for a good scrubbing. At the same time keeping Kadence from climbing in to the dirty water. This is a job where you don't fill the tub, just let the water run and produce a lot of suds.
Kid all clean, now time to tackle the bathroom. I have a special cleaner for that mess, it's called bleach and water. Children up with their cranky dad, whom seems to be not so cranky, while I scrub, scrub, and scrub til the bathroom is a gleam of clean. UGH...
Finally we get outside.
The perfect ending to a poo filled day? My Krischan doing a Martha. "Rice cups" he calls them. He dug out a hollow in his hot dog (yes, I wimped out and made hot dogs for dinner for the kids, big whoop. Sometimes I just make pancakes and call it a day) and placed some of his rice in it. Makes a mom so proud. Watch out Martha...
And the pooper became pooped...
Yes, he fell asleep at the table. AWWWW...
So when I get home from school Rick is just crank crank crank. I kick him out of the kitchen and send him to his room without lunch. Then the poo starts. Kadence first, which is natural, she is still in diapers. Lately she has been a poo factory, one after another after another and it is not pretty. (Not like mine, it is like roses you know.) Can't wait till this summer and potty training. Last one out of diapers, that deserves a party.
Then it is Jakobs turn. Right before we get ready to go outside I hear him whining in the bathroom. As the proper parent I go and look to see what I can help him with. UGH!! the wall, the floor, the toilet seat, his hands, his legs oh man...then he steps in it. Yes, I am talking about poo.
With as much strength as I can muster I pick him up and carefully take him upstairs. it isn't easy to do the man-hold (outstretched arms keeping child as far away from you as possible) with a 25 pound toddler. Into the tub for a good scrubbing. At the same time keeping Kadence from climbing in to the dirty water. This is a job where you don't fill the tub, just let the water run and produce a lot of suds.
Kid all clean, now time to tackle the bathroom. I have a special cleaner for that mess, it's called bleach and water. Children up with their cranky dad, whom seems to be not so cranky, while I scrub, scrub, and scrub til the bathroom is a gleam of clean. UGH...
Finally we get outside.
The perfect ending to a poo filled day? My Krischan doing a Martha. "Rice cups" he calls them. He dug out a hollow in his hot dog (yes, I wimped out and made hot dogs for dinner for the kids, big whoop. Sometimes I just make pancakes and call it a day) and placed some of his rice in it. Makes a mom so proud. Watch out Martha...
And the pooper became pooped...
Yes, he fell asleep at the table. AWWWW...
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