I love a “day off”. I mean, in all actuality, do I ever REALLY get a day off…no way. But yesterday, Labor Day, was as close as I’ve come to a “day off” in a while. We slept in until about 8:15 when the squirrel in our attic began gnawing away at the beams in our ceiling…then in my half-dozed state, I mistook my frisky husband for a squirrel in my bed and jumped almost high enough to catch my hair in the ceiling fan. When I realized what I had done, we both just about died laughing… and woke the kids up. It was hilarious. Cinnamon rolls for breakfast and then we were off to Savannah Rapids with some friends who had never been there. It was a beautiful fall morning. When we got to the rapids, the sky was clear and the air was crisp. The boys played on the playground for a while and then we strolled down to the water where we watched the kayaks, bikers, dog walkers, and devoted runners, all enjoying their day off. After lunch we went out to the country to have dinner with my in-laws. I absolutely love their home and their land. It’s so peaceful and quiet. Their house always smells of grand home cooking, even when nothing is in the oven. They have ten acres and two ponds, so the boys are never bored. It was fabulous. The highlight of my day was definitely not when my sweet husband opened the door from the back porch and announced, “Mommy, your son has poopy, he’s all yours.” That was right about the time I had settled into the living room love seat with the two latest issues of Southern Living magazine and a tall glass of sweet tea. I put everything down and slowly walked to the back door, knowing good and well that I did NOT have an extra pair of underwear OR shorts for this kid. “This kid” would be my two year old who has miraculously been potty trained for two months now, but still has random acts of body fluid leakage!! It doesn’t seem to bother him a bit. The worst part of this particular poopy was….consistancy. Oh yes, my potty training friends, every mother knows that the best poops are the ones that are in one solid ball or lump. You can simply grab it with some gloves and a paper towel and flush that bad boy down the toilet. This poopy, was more like a messy nuclear disaster. My nose was burning from the stench and it looked as if every square inch of his lower half was slightly coated in POO! I paused for a moment to picture what Owen may have done to cause this mess. Maybe he realized what he had to do, but it was too late. The poop was already running down his legs and seeping between his toes, so in a last ditch effort to not get caught or scolded, he tried to “rub it in”. I know, sounds crazy, but if you were looking at him from my end, anything seemed possible. My poor mother-in-law was clearly grossed out as she brought me a WHITE wash cloth and towel to clean him up! There wasn’t a single baby wipe in the whole house. After I cleaned him up, he still smelled like toxic waste and was somehow, still a light shade of brownish green so I decided the tub was our only option. He went in smelling like a toilet and came out smelling of fresh honeysuckle and orange blossom. This lovely event did me in and I was more than ready to go home and put our pooping, whining, sweaty, and completely exhausted boys in bed.
Ahhh, sweet relief. Bedtime is by far my most favorite time of day, especially during the school year. I spent the next two hours sitting with my hubby in the living watching HGTV and folding a self-regenerating pile of laundry. I folded and folded and folded and that darn pile never seemed to get any smaller!
Anyways, I hope your labor day was as relaxing as mine, minus the poop, of course.
Here’s to a short week!
okay, i haven’t been on here in a while and i sooooo needed this laugh! i totally understand the poopy pants! haha!