Day 125

WARNING: this is a possibly one of the grossest blogs I'll ever write. You've been warned.

So today started out great. We ate a good breakfast, got Jon's license plates renewed, headed to the pool and took a long nap. Overall an awesome day. Except for one thing...

Lucy has been trying to go poop for 2 days now. I finally got her to go a little at the pool which earned her some delicious chocolate. She was so proud of going on the potty at the pool. Since we usually only get about one poop a day, I figured we were golden until tomorrow.

When she woke up from her nap, she kept asking to go "poopy". Since she usually mixes them up, I wasn't concerned and we went to the potty every time. It seemed strange that she was passing gas every time she went potty. But I chalked it up to being just that: gassy.

After dinner I was cleaning the kitchen when I looked over at Lucy and she said "Mommy? potty?" in the tiniest voice I've ever heard from her and then she bent over like she was pooping. I told her "Stop pooping! Quick! Get to the bathroom!" but by then, it was too late.

Now, Lucy isn't perfect with the potty training and I've clean poops out of her underwear a few times now. I figured this was no different. But as I followed her into the bathroom, my foot slipped in something. I looked down and thought, "What the heck is THAT?" only to realize too late what it was.

Lucy had diarrhea.

She was pretty upset so I was being as gentle and careful as I could as I slowly tried to peel her underwear off her. Thank goodness she was wearing a dress today. I got the underwear off her and thought, like any first time mommy dealing with diarrhea, that I would be able to contain the mess in her underwear. It was then that the dogs, yes all three of them (did I forget to mention I'm dog-sitting for 2 dogs plus my own this week?) came running in curious as to what that delicious smell was.

I yell for the dogs to stop, but man that smell must have been intoxicating to them. They swarmed in around the toilet and Lucy just as I was getting her situated on the potty so I could clean up and let her finish. It was at that moment that the mess fell out of the underwear and went SPLAT on the floor, on my feet, on the wall, on the potty, everywhere. Oh my god the gagging...

So picture this: me gagging, Lucy crying, dogs sniffing and attempting to lick whatever is on the floor that appears to be the most wonderful surprise dessert and tears beginning to fill my eyes from the smell. I don't know if it was my insane sense of smell because of the pregnancy, but yes it was that bad. I yelled at the dogs to leave the bathroom and I must have sounded scary, because they ran out quickly with their tails between their legs. I cleaned everyone and every thing up. In all, it was the longest, most disgusting 5 minutes of my life.

And that is reason #1025 why I wish Jon was still here to share in the joys of potty training a toddler...why is that he misses all the good stuff?