One of those days

18 Feb

Yesterday started out fairly well, what with racing cars and trains down a large piece of cardboard and hysterical laughter and whatnot. The turtle even managed a rather large poop in the potty. The kind that if you saw it in a public loo you would think “What kind of animal was in here?” That kind. The kind that gives you a sense that now, well, now would be a good time to indulge in “nappy-free time”. Like a fool. That’s how you end up with runny poop all over the cream carpet in your rented house. That’s how you end up on your hands and knees cleaning poop before 8am. And later, when you’re changing his nappy, just before you start rushing out the door you think “He’ll be alright while I get a clean nappy, he already pooped once today….” that’ll be when he poops in the hubby’s shoe. He stands in the hubby’s shoes to see out the window and poops straight into one of them. That’s when hair starts spontaneously falling out of your head. You clean it up, throw the shoes in the washing machine and leg it. Things can’t get worse, right?

You’re rushing to “Funnastics”, even though the name makes you feel a bit nauseated, and you look down. The turtle is conked. Bloody. Bloody. Bloody. Do you turn around and go home? Continue on your journey? Wake him? You choose option #3. And it worked out. More or less. He had fun. Even though it was all a bit haphazard and crazy (but that’s what he thrives on). Until the last 5 minutes. When he slipped on his own pant leg and bounced his head off the floor. Bounced. Honestly. And roared like a banshee. A boy that doesn’t cry. And all of the poopy carpet and shoes were forgiven.

Of course on the way home you’re afraid he’ll fall asleep, in case he might be concussed. He didn’t. Then you hope he will. He doesn’t. No hope. Not even a glimmer. Then it’s “playdate” time. Maybe he’ll fall asleep on the way there? Nope. It’s too cold and windy. You begin to think, “Hmmm, maybe it’s too cold for schlepping to the park and standing around? Oh well! We’re out of the house …. What harm can it do?” None really. He had a great time. Running around, stealing the other kids’ snacks and drinks, laughing like a hyena. No harm done. Unless you fast forward to today.

It turns out it was too cold to be standing around for two hours. Now the turtle has a small cold. And today was another one of those days. Completely unavoidable. But they all are, aren’t they? That’s what makes them so infuriating.

Prompted by Sleep is for the Weak‘s writing workshop

3. Write about ‘one of those days’. I’m sure you’ve had one lately…
– Inspired by poor Metropolitan Mum who certainly has!


3 Responses to “One of those days”

  1. Karen @ If I Could Escape . . . February 20, 2010 at 11:56 am #

    Ooh, I am sorry, but couldn’t stop myself from laughing at your misfortune. Pooping in his dad’s shoe is just priceless!

    • turtleturtleturtle February 21, 2010 at 8:48 pm #

      That’s alright. I laughed too. Happily enough, the hubby also saw the funny side! And the shoes came out fine, well, nothing some glue won’t fix….

  2. Deer baby February 25, 2010 at 12:45 pm #

    Pooped in husband’s shoes- that’s priceless. Hopefully he realised before he put them on. I’ve had days like that – diarrhoea coming out of trouser legs (not mine I hasten to add) and dripping on the floor of a cafe. And no spare clothes. Happy days!

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