I had "one of those days" last week, and I wanted to share it with you all to help you feel better about your lives. :) Plus, it was just too incredible not to share. So, enjoy! :)
I was woken up at 6 am with Ben's food beeping because it had run out early. I went in to help him, and was hoping to fall back to sleep, but then he let me know that he had poo and needed help. I thought he meant he needed me to take him to go poo, but no, the poo was already there and it wasn't just poo, it was diarrhea. So, I flushed his food with water and unhooked it from his stomach so I could change him, and he got very upset that I didn't let him push the water in with the syringe. Well, Ben can get pretty upset when he is frustrated about things, and he was cranky because he had been woken up by the food alarm to, so he started thrashing and crying, etc, all with his diaper half off and exposed diarrhea everywhere. Well, you can imagine what happened. Ben is a big, strong boy, so it took all of my strength to hold him still and clean him off enough to get him off the bed so I could clean his now pooey bed. I asked Ben if he had anymore poo that needed to come out. "No." Okay, so I pulled the sheet off to put it through a rinse cycle and then came back to take care of Ben. There was just one problem, Ben had more diarrhea while I was gone - on the carpet. I told him to hold still so it wouldn't get anywhere else, but he was still mad about the water syringe, so he started moving over to his food pole to show me that I had done it without him. I tried to stop him, because he was spreading the poo, but the more I tried to stop him, the more upset he got, and the more poo went on him and the carpet. In total frustration I called Jerry out of bed to come take Ben away to the bathtub so I could get the carpet clean.
With Ben with Jerry I left to go get the carpet cleaner, and when I got back to Ben's room, there was George (our dog), eating the poo, thereby totally grossing me out, not to mention getting it in his hair on his face. I took him to the bathroom and tried to clean his face the best I could with baby wipes and then put him outside. Oh, it was so disgusting. I mean, really?
So, Jerry thankfully got Ben off to school while I kept tackling the carpet. I cleaned and cleaned, and it looked like most of the mess wass coming up. I was trying to hurry because I needed to take the van in to get the safety and emissions testing done on it, and I wanted to be there as soon as I could to be first in line so I could get out in time to get a shower and then drive to Lehi to pick up Ben from school. Well, after I cleaned the carpet for awhile I noticed that the carpet cleaner wasn't soaking up the cleaning water anymore. I realized that I hadn't emptied the dirty water tank, so I took it out, and without thinking I turned it upside down (don't ask - long story), forgetting that it didn't have a closed top. Yes, a full container of dirty brown poo water poured all down my bare legs and all over the just cleaned carpet.
I almost calmly went and cleaned myself up, then went back to the carpet, again. This time it almost seemed worse to me, because it was in water form that quickly and easily seeped deep into the carpet. I'm still pretty grossed out by it, but what do you do? I cleaned it up the best I could, and was pretty much done when three year Jared came in with a huge smile on his face and said, "Mommy! I'm helping you!" Oh no. He had gotten the air freshener I had used in Ben's room and had thickly sprayed it on the wood floor in the entry and kitchen and was "mopping" it up with his toy mop. Big smile from little boy. "When Daddy gets home I'm going to tell him I was helping you clean!"
All of this, and it's only 8:15 a.m.
With no time left to clean any more messes I loaded Jared up in the van to take it in for the safety and emissions (on the last day of the month). I had to go to a certain place because we had purchased it already online to get a deal. Well, I get there and find out that their system is down, and they won't be able to do my inspection that day. Yeah, figures. So, I have to take it back in on Saturday, early. I get up Saturday morning and am there bright and early at opening time. One of the workers shows up on time, but for some reason he hasn't been given a key to the building, so we have to wait for another worker to come. So we wait, and wait, and wait. Finally, half and hour later, the other worker shows up. They do the safety and emissions on my van, and then say that the sticker is already on it. Huh? Plus, it's a 2009 and didn't need to be done this year. Say what? And then it dawns on me. All of that, and it wasn't even the van that needed to be done, it was Jerry's car.
