Why is it that whenever you REALLY need to get something done by a certain time everything turns to shit?
This was the case for me this morning – literally.
I was frantically trying to smash out some work on the computer so I let the kids run free range, first mistake.
Most mums know they’re in for a big clean up if they leave their pre-schoolers to their own devices for a reasonable amount of time.
But when I heard No.2 scream I knew something was up – it wasn’t really a pain cry, more of a scared one.
I ran down the hallway to find a nude toddler dripping wet in something (which I later realised was wee).
(Just as an aside there must be something seriously wrong with my search engine – because this is a photo that came up under the search – toddler dripping wet!)
Seriously WTF – but hey who am I to complain, so I thought I’d post it anyhow, mmm David.
I mean this is probably something us mums need to look at, sort of like therapy, after having to spend a large part of our day cleaning up shit!
So anyway back to the shit show.
I arrived in the toilet to find No.3 skidding around on the floor amongst wee and poo, I mean he was covered in the stuff.
Meanwhile No.2 was shrieking in fear because he was also wearing nothing but turds and whey.
I think what happened was my newly toilet trained boy had accidentally done a wee on the floor in the toilet, but then managed to do a No.2 in the appropriate place.
However, upon leaving the throne to wipe his butt he skidded in his whiz and fell hard into a pile of wee and poo. NOICE.
It was then the ever inquisitive No.3 arrived on the scene to inspect what was going on.
Immediately he tripped up and was also covered in whiz and poo but didn’t seem worried, probably because he’s used to playing in toilet bowls.
Not that I let him, but he seems to sense whenever a toilet door is left open, and races in there with anything that resembles a stick to stir the water.
If there’s nothing nearby he’ll use his hands – yip he’s one of those boys – a shit stirrer you might say.
But hey it’s nothing a shower and a strong coffee couldn’t fix, because it was too early for a wine and definitely not 5 o’clock somewhere.
I put it down to being ”just another Manic Monday – whoa whoa – wish it were a Sunday – whoa whoa” (man I used to love the Bangles).
The week can only get better right?