Okay, I'm sufficiently humbled. Last night, after putting Benjamin down for bed, I wrote (okay, bragged) about his success with potty training. I did admit that he had accidents and that I was fully prepared for more of them down the road. I just didn't realize that "down the road" would mean in two hours. And fate really has a sense of humor because this wasn't just a pee-pee accident. Oh no. He had his first ever poo-poo accident. And was it a doozy.
I will spare you the disgusting details, but let me just remind you that we were dealing with diarreah all weekend. Got the picture? Over the last three days I was patting myself on the back, thinking, "I am so glad that he goes poop in the toilet now, because I would not have wanted to change these diapers." Well, I didn't have to change those diapers, but last night I did have to change those underwear, pajamas, sheets, and blankets. I did have to give him a bath and I did have to do a load of laundry, all at the hour of 10:30 at night. Then, to top it all off, I had to open the window to his room, turn the ceiling fan on high, and let Benjamin hang out in our bed and watch "Celebrity Apprentice" with us until his room aired out.
The only solace I have in this stinky situation is the knowledge that even if he was wearing a diaper, I still would have a had to probably do all the same things last night to clean it up. Because even a Ultra-Expandable, Nothing-Gets-Past-This-Pampers Supreme wouldn't have held in all that poop. I'm just sayin'.
I will spare you the disgusting details, but let me just remind you that we were dealing with diarreah all weekend. Got the picture? Over the last three days I was patting myself on the back, thinking, "I am so glad that he goes poop in the toilet now, because I would not have wanted to change these diapers." Well, I didn't have to change those diapers, but last night I did have to change those underwear, pajamas, sheets, and blankets. I did have to give him a bath and I did have to do a load of laundry, all at the hour of 10:30 at night. Then, to top it all off, I had to open the window to his room, turn the ceiling fan on high, and let Benjamin hang out in our bed and watch "Celebrity Apprentice" with us until his room aired out.
The only solace I have in this stinky situation is the knowledge that even if he was wearing a diaper, I still would have a had to probably do all the same things last night to clean it up. Because even a Ultra-Expandable, Nothing-Gets-Past-This-Pampers Supreme wouldn't have held in all that poop. I'm just sayin'.
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