
So technically I am supposed to be posting about my latest Barefoot Bloggers recipe, which I will later, but I just need to get this off my chest. I should also apologize in advance to my friend, whose child this post is about. You know I love ya and your kids...but today's events brought out an inadequacy in me that I did not know existed until today.
So, I am currently watching my friends kids while she attends an event for her husband. She informed me upon arrival that her son had not pooped yet today (and followed that up with an apologetic smile). All went well for a few hours until the telltale smell wafted its way into my kitchen and I became faced with a situation I have not before encountered: changing a male child (I don't know how I have never had the opportunity, but let's just say I have also avoided it at all costs. The hardware frankly scares me). Changing a girls diaper is pretty straightforward...there isn't much that can 'get in the way' so to speak. I attempted to get my husband on Chat and of course he was not available. My mind raced with thoughts of how I was going to deal with this and if it would be wrong to just leave him poopy in his diaper so I could avoid this situation altogether (that was a fleeting thought until I smelled him again).
I gathered the supplies and mentally braced myself for what was to come. HALLELEUJAH he had not yet pooped when I checked his diaper (There IS a GOD!!!) so I whisked him quickly onto the toilet and promised him treats if he would just poop in the toilet like a big boy. Proud of myself for handling this so far, I hear a tiny voice from the bathroom proclaim that he had done his business and he was ready for treats.
At this point I should mention that I was barefoot.
I walk into the bathroom and am getting ready to clean him up when I realize I am standing in something wet. The sweet boy then informs me that he peed too...UH YAH. Realizing I am standing in it, and in what probably came across as a very high-pitched whine, I ask him, "WHYYY did you pee on the floor?!" and bless his heart, he says (I can barely type this because I am laughing so hard), "It doesn't reach!"
Apparently this is why they have splash guards on some potty seats. And I didn't realize the utility until today because God knew I was not equipped to deal with the peepee.
Thank you, Lord, for giving me daughters.