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The REAL Adventures Of Motherhood

Posted Nov 04 2009 10:08pm

This afternoon… following our usual routine, I put Keely in the bath soon after lunch. Cale likes to go in & out of the bathroom… stealing toys & walking away (knowing she can’t chase him) & allowing Keely to make him a part of her ‘bath play’ (as if he knows what she’s saying).

The phone rings & I leave the bathroom to answer it. When I came back (literally seconds later), Cale was standing in the bath, fully clothed, having what seemed to be the time of his life. I guess being in Keely’s bath as opposed to his own… & fully clothed, is much more exciting than his usual bath routine.

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 Brian & I had a little laugh (it was him that called), & I decided “what the heck… I’ll let him splash around for a while… I mean, he’s already drenched.” After about 15-20 minutes, it was time to get washed up. I decided to go ahead & bathe Cale since he was already in the tub. & here is where the unexpected joys of parenthood slap me in the face…

I remove his soaked clothing… wring them out, then move on to the diaper removal. Turns out, while he was splashing around, he found it a golden opportunity to take a poop… a very runny poop. It couldn’t have been a solid poop… no, no… then the event wouldn’t have been near as interesting. Me, unaware of this, remove his diaper as he is halfway submerged in the water. Little flakes of poop leave the diaper & make their way around the tub. Mind you, I had decided to wash Keely after Cale, so she is freaking out at this point that she is trapped in “poo water”. I scrambled to dispose of the diaper properly, let out the water, get Cale washed, halfway clean the tub, run new water, & finally, get Keely bathed.

I was super proud of my response. *yes, I’m patting myself on the back for this one*. Instead of being irritated & cranky, I just took it in stride, knowing that it would make the story of Cale jumping in the tub even funnier when I told it to Brian over dinner later. That’s the thing about being a mom… one day you have to realize that these moments are always going to present themselves… it’s inevitable… it’s how you choose to react that determines if it ruins your day. God is really working on me in the patience & ’sunny side’ department.

Brian could never do what I do every day. He better be glad that he’s… #1 aware of it & #2 extremely appreciative of me raising his children. It makes it okay for me to tell him the story & for him to laugh at it.

This afternoon… following our usual routine, I put Keely in the bath soon after lunch. Cale likes to go in & out of the bathroom… stealing toys & walking away (knowing she can’t chase him) & allowing Keely to make him a part of her ‘bath play’ (as if he knows what she’s saying).

The phone rings & I leave the bathroom to answer it. When I came back (literally seconds later), Cale was standing in the bath, fully clothed, having what seemed to be the time of his life. I guess being in Keely’s bath as opposed to his own… & fully clothed, is much more exciting than his usual bath routine.

dsc07592

 Brian & I had a little laugh (it was him that called), & I decided “what the heck… I’ll let him splash around for a while… I mean, he’s already drenched.” After about 15-20 minutes, it was time to get washed up. I decided to go ahead & bathe Cale since he was already in the tub. & here is where the unexpected joys of parenthood slap me in the face…

I remove his soaked clothing… wring them out, then move on to the diaper removal. Turns out, while he was splashing around, he found it a golden opportunity to take a poop… a very runny poop. It couldn’t have been a solid poop… no, no… then the event wouldn’t have been near as interesting. Me, unaware of this, remove his diaper as he is halfway submerged in the water. Little flakes of poop leave the diaper & make their way around the tub. Mind you, I had decided to wash Keely after Cale, so she is freaking out at this point that she is trapped in “poo water”. I scrambled to dispose of the diaper properly, let out the water, get Cale washed, halfway clean the tub, run new water, & finally, get Keely bathed.

I was super proud of my response. *yes, I’m patting myself on the back for this one*. Instead of being irritated & cranky, I just took it in stride, knowing that it would make the story of Cale jumping in the tub even funnier when I told it to Brian over dinner later. That’s the thing about being a mom… one day you have to realize that these moments are always going to present themselves… it’s inevitable… it’s how you choose to react that determines if it ruins your day. God is really working on me in the patience & ’sunny side’ department.

Brian could never do what I do every day. He better be glad that he’s… #1 aware of it & #2 extremely appreciative of me raising his children. It makes it okay for me to tell him the story & for him to laugh at it.

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