Thursday, June 15, 2017

Poopmania

My morning began as usual. Get the tot up for school, fight about going to school with said tot, argue some more with the tot about the importance of being independent and helping mommy, giving up on that battle and just getting the tot dressed myself, feeding him and a little play time. I realized at this point that I was holding my bladder longer than the usual. Not like the mom hold like when she is trying to nurse a baby to sleep and has to go real bad but can't because the baby may actually sleep this time kind of hold, but a pretty long hold. As I neared the restroom door, I could smell something awful. No words, just awful. I opened the door and quickly peeked in and with the same quickness, slammed it shut. All I saw was fecal matter and piles of cagada (crap), all over the floor, walls, cabinets, toilet, tub and door. The dog sleeps in the bathroom at night and his bowels decided that they had had enough (culprit: the previous day my mom found him chowing down on a partially eaten piece of meat, none of us have had meat in days, take that in). I just about died when the smell in that bathroom hit my nose. I realized that I had to suck it up because someone had to clean it all up. Here comes Mommy to the rescue, well not me, but my mom. She handled the Tot until I could get it all cleaned up, stage by stage. There was no way I was going to half ass that mess. I brought out all the chemicals I had in my arsenal, except the one thing that everyone probably thought I would get first...Clorox. My body cannot handle that smell and I die a little every time I smell it. Hard to imagine that I had to choose between that and eau de dog poo. I used various things and decided that the Clorox would get invited to the party once I cleaned it up with other things. The tot was very disgusted by the smell and said "Mom, that's why you should always clean the bathroom, because it will stink like this!" (thanks kid, no pressure at all).  He had no idea that that dogs ass had his way with our restroom! During all of this cleaning, my mom drove the kid to school and I was deep in dog poo. I was sweating, my old knees were aching, and my back felt like it would permanently stay in the cuasimoto position. Good thing the baby was still asleep but I still had to get ready to go to work because yes, this momma still has to pay bills. I was so late to work but I had to clean up. I had no other choice unless I wanted to live in filth. It's just not acceptable for me. I still did what I had to do after staying up until 1am to work from home the night before to meet a deadline. I still tended to the kids and life's situations opted me out of sleeping in. On to the next day I guess. Thanks Marley!


Clearly After! I do have a Before too! :)

1 comment:

  1. I had those days with the cats. Hard to tell work, sorry I'm late the the animal in the house pooped all over something. Work takes it like the teachers of old when you told them the dog ate your homework (my dog used to love to chew up anything that she could). Yeah, they think you make this stuff up. Sympathize completely. Also, I once had to call in late for work because I had to give my cat a bath. Really true story. The said cat had an allergic reaction to some "natural" flee treatment. The cat started to hallucinate and was drooling all over the place. Called to vet and she told me to wash the cat immidiately. The only problem? The cat turned into the cat from Pet Cemetary anytime she got by water. Let's just say, I showed up to work 2 hours late, bloody scratches all over my back and arms, and my boss took one look at me and started laughing and wanted to know who won the fight. Darn pets, they make our lives difficult sometimes but I wouldn't trade mine for the world. They are my babies...LOL

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