Tonight, it felt like I had a dog with the runs. My daughter dutifully used her potty to pee, then rushed to grab a fresh diaper. I told her we were getting in the shower, so she didn’t need the new diaper yet. We went back into the bathroom, and I called my husband to tell him of her success. He was excited, but then was asking me about helping someone with writing a letter blah, blah, blah, and I got distracted and we didn’t get right in the shower, since I was holding the phone still. My daughter ran away again, and I turned to get her to come back. She was already coming back and sat down on the floor right next to the bathroom.
But something was wet on her bum. Crap. I guess I didn’t wipe her off well enough from the pee. So, I go to wipe it up.
It isn’t pee. It’s colorful. Oh, crap. It’s crap. I guess she had a bad fart or something. I promptly put her back on the toilet, so that she can let out whatever this is, and I start cleaning up the wet spot on the floor. I’m having trouble seeing it all clearly on the dark wood, so I walk over to turn on my bedside lamp (bedside the overhead light sucks and was already on and not enough). I skid.
Oh, crap(!!!). I can’t help it. I start screaming. I am exhausted and at the end of a very long and tiring day on all fronts, and I have just skidded in poop on my bedroom floor. And I can barely continue moving without spreading it.
After much screaming and crying, I finally got it all cleaned up, got us cleaned in the shower, and got the rug running in the washing machine (technically, it is a blanket, but I was using it as a rug next to the bed).
But seriously, it felt like we had a dog with controllable sh**s. She pooped in at least three different spots on the blanket/rug. And she was only out of my sight for a max of one minute. That stuff hit hard and fast, apparently.
And it was very hard not to be mad at my husband. I’d told him we were about to get in the shower, but he was stressed about what he was doing and he wanted my input, so he stated explaining it all to me. I should have spoken immediately and said to ask me after the shower. But I was worried it was something for him at first, and so sat on the bathroom floor to sort through it all mentally (losing focus on the now-naked baby who’d just walked out of the bathroom). So, it’s on both of us.
And no, I wouldn’t have liked for her to poop in the shower. But I very much would have preferred it to being on the rug.
Anyway, so it went. That sucked, but we made it through and learned that peeing isn’t the only concern to have when she doesn’t have on a diaper… man… haha
Post-a-day 2026
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