so i wasn’t going to post about this. i don’t know why. probably because i’m sure all of you out there think i’m “practically perfect” in every way & i wouldn’t want to tarnish that image i’ve worked so hard to get. but then i remembered why i blog… to record the ins & outs of my daily life, which means everything – the good, the bad & in this case, the gross. some of you might read this & squirm; others might think i’m a crappy mom for even letting it happen; but most of you will probably just laugh & be thrilled it happened to me, & not you.
so here’s how my story goes… early saturday morning i was getting myself beautified for a luncheon with the gals. i was already running behind because i had woken up late. (my little pal owen had woken up from about 4am-6am for a brief play date with good ‘ole mom. i guess he figured we needed a little one-on-one time. or, maybe he’s finally getting some more teeth. would you believe he is almost 1 year & a 1/2 and he only has 6 teeth?) anyway, on with my story… so i was in the shower, lathering up my hair with shampoo, when owen walks into my bedroom & pulls off his diaper. i tried to yell for jeff, but he didn’t hear me over the running water. with the shampoo already dripping in my eyes, i decided the best thing to do would be wash it out real quick before i got out to chase him down. when i opened my eyes next, i noticed owen squatting in the middle of the floor. he then looked straight at me, gave a little laugh, stood up & ran away. leaving me a nice little present, totally ground into the carpet. yep, GROUND into the carpet… he must have stepped on it as he ran away. i then i had to jump out of the shower, dripping wet, & hustle after him as he left a cute little trail of brown colored foot prints down the hall.
i seemed to have gotten it all cleaned up, but i’m definitely calling in the professionals on this one, it still makes me gag just thinking about it. but what can i say? that’s life with boys.