Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Graphic Post!! Enter with caution!!

Okay, so this post is very unrelated to weight loss, but I just had to share. As you may know I have two little boys. One is 10 and the other is turning 3 next month. They are wonderful children most of the time, and like typical boys get into things constantly. Again, I am warning you that you may not want to read this next part of my post if you have a bad stomach, as it is about to get pretty graphic!!! :)

You still wanting to read this???????

This is your second warning!!!

Well, the other night after work, I came home, greeted the family and changed out of my work clothes. My littlest, Logan, asked to watch a movie, so I turned one on for him in my bedroom. He was happy as he got to hang out in mom's bed and watch a movie. My other son was on the computer, so I was thrilled to spend a little one on one time with my hubby. We sat on the couch together and turned on the evening news. It was really nice. About 15 minutes into our quality time, I began to smell the most awful smell. I look over to my husband trying to figure out what the smell was. He looked at me with the same wonder. I started laughing as I was trying to tell him it wasn't me that smelled like that. He seemed to think it was my feet, as they were sprawled across his lap. The nerve of him to think that such a horrible smell could come from me?????

The smell was not going away, so I called out to my oldest son to see if he had gone to the bathroom and was now smelling up my house.

He yelled back "NO,.........but why does it stink like POOP!!!

So this leaves one person left to question. I was hoping that Logan had needed to use the bathroom and had taken the liberty to do it on his own. He had really taken to the whole big boy, using the potty thing for months now. Normally he tells me when he has to go and I go in and help him.

I walked to the bathroom and found the most horrific sight I had ever seen in my life. My sweet dear child was standing in the middle of the bathroom. Only the problem was that the ENTIRE bathroom was covered in POOP!!!!! Gag me seriously.

I stood there in awe, yelling to my husband "You have got to be kidding me!!!!" There was poop smeared all over the entire floor, footprints and all, poop all over his legs, feet, hands. It was on the doors, the toilet, the cabinets, all over the door handle. I don't think there was a single spot he missed. He was VERY thorough in making sure he covered every inch of that bathroom.

As I stand there ready to cry, looking at this huge mess I have to clean up and wondering what would possibly make a child want to do this, I notice my bedroom!!!! There are poop footprints all over my bedroom leading from the bathroom. He had literally taken a break from his poop playing to walk himself into my room and watch a few minutes of his movie, only to return back to his mess making.

Seriously????? Can a child really do all of this in such a short period of time??? But he's almost 3??? Don't they do this sort of thing when they are babies, not 2 years old???? Why my child
???? Blech!!!

I wanted to cry. I wanted to run away, cry and call a cleaning company to come in and take all of this nasty mess away. This was the one time in my life where I didn't want to be a mom anymore.

My mom says that he did this because I let him play in the mud all the time and he's not afraid to get a little dirty now!! But.........THIS WASN'T MUD!!!!!!!!! Gag, Gag, Gag!!!!

Needless to say I got to scrub a bathroom and walls for about an hour, while my husband shampooed the carpet in our bedroom. I have never felt so grossed out in my entire life. I would rather give birth 100 more times than clean up that horrible mess. The smell was infused into my nostrils for hours afterwords. I think I washed myself like 10 times that night, thinking I had it somewhere on my. I would have bathed in bleach if I could have.

So when your young children are misbehaving and acting up, just remember what they could be doing! Young children and silence just do not mix!!!!!! There is trouble brewing if you can't hear them.

Does this little cutie pie look like he would ever do something like that??? He definately keeps me on my toes and I love him for it!!

So if you made it all the way through my post today, I completely understand if you never come back EVER AGAIN!!! I wouldn't blame you!


  1. I think I would have put him up for adoption right on the spot, lol!

    One good thing though, many years in the future, perhaps when he is dating his first girlfriend, you can get your own back by retelling this story. Justice, that is what it is!

  2. I read it. The whole thing.

    I am speechless.

    Laughing, but speechless.

  3. That happen only once to me and it was while I watch another child. I had laid her down for afternoon nap and it was so hot that I laid her down with just a diaper on. When I came to pick her up...what a surpise.
    I hear you and you will laugh later

  4. I seriously feel for you...but I have tears in my eyes from laughing!

    My three year old is (luckily) quite squeamish about poop, but my 2 yr old nephew? It's his favorite damn pastime. If you don't get to him the minute he wakes up, it's a poop festival in his crib.

    You poor thing! One day this will be hilarious...probably ;)

  5. Oh my! Myyyyyy sweet little grandbaby Logan?? Hee hee, I HAD to tell her it was because she let them get dirty ~ my kids NEVER did that because I was OCD! Seriously ~ I believed dirty children were a reflection on me. Ahhhhh what I know now makes me smile. My amazing daughter raises her children to enjoy and experience life. She is truly an amazing human being in soooooo many ways! I love you.......... Did! Now you have to explain that nickname. Another post, another blog.......XOXO

  6. Logan is a cutie- even with his mess. haha. My son Jayden is only 1 1/2, and he already hates to have poop on him and will do pretty much anything to get it off. He will be in his room playing, dig down in his diaper, walk right out of his room, and hand me his shit telling me it's "ca-ca", then walk off and say "thank you" when i relieve him of his 'ca-ca' holding duties. I don't know if he's going to potty train quickly, or he's going to be right there with Logan slinging poop around my home. haha.

  7. I just have to tell you, I recounted your story to my husband, and he laughed so hard he cried! And he said I need to read stories like that so I'll know what to expect when we have kids. I've heard many "blow-out" stories, but none quite as gross as that one!