Five Times My Kids Made Me Cry…Incident #3

For those dear souls in the throes of potty training, or for those who are still traumatized by it.

It was the perfect storm – lack of brain cells due to child-birth, talking on the phone to my mother and attempting to home school the children –  all coming together in one fateful morning to create a playroom disaster of epic proportions.

After breakfast, I brought my little guy downstairs to watch Sesame Street .  He was proudly sporting a pair of “big boy pants.”  I pulled out the potty chair and placed it in front of the TV.  I instructed him on what to do if he had to go potty.  We even practiced a few times for good measure.  With a (false) sense of security, I went back upstairs to feed the baby and get the older two kids started on their lessons.

With the baby fed and down for a nap and older kids working quietly, I decided (recklessly) it was a good time to call my mother.  I (responsibly) forgot about the time and didn’t notice the older kids abandoning their school books and wandering downstairs.  Then the words no mother ever wants to hear:

“Mom?….MOM!!!!!”

Phone still in hand, I rushed down the stairs.  Horror.

The two older ones were standing there pinching their noses.  There stood the little guy –  naked.  He’d had an accident – #2 variety, not solid.  He had taken off his big boy pants (trying to be helpful?) and had tossed them on the carpet beside his potty seat. His subsequent activities were clearly marked.

He had slid down the plastic slide and scooted in and out of all the little plastic holes on the play structure.  He had built a beautiful Lego house, while sitting in the Lego box. He had somersaulted across the carpet and ridden the spring horse. Ride ’em cowboy!

I think I blacked out.  I don’t remember hanging up on my mother.  I vaguely remember spending the day with a bucket of bleach water but I’m not sure about that.

I do know we took an afternoon trip to the store to buy a truckload of diapers.

Advertisements

7 thoughts on “Five Times My Kids Made Me Cry…Incident #3

  1. Oh gosh, this is hilarious. Potty training my, uh, “spirited” daughter was a similar adventure and I’m not nearly recovered enough to begin thinking about training my younger daughter. The things we do for them…!

  2. Excuse me for laughing so hard, tears are rolling down my face! I had a very similar experience that I’ll never forget, although my poop story followed me throughout the day…the cat, who did not like the toddler, left presents all over my stairs when I woke up – she made her point; the toddler figured out how to take her diaper off (on my carpet) while I was in the shower and unfortunately had a bad tummy that day – she must have been looking for me all over because she left a trail; the bathtub – clean baby one minute, poop floating around her the next – really? Do I need to clean up more?; and the final moment – after all the poop duty clean up, my toilet overflowed, and guess what I had to clean up again!!! Ahhh, the memories! 😛

What do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s