Dropping the Kids Off at the Pool

Boy did that expression never have a truer meaning than it did last night.

Drop the Kids Off at the Pool

1. Take a crap, go to the batheroom, number 2

Before we leave I have to drop the kids off at the pool.

UG.

And I certainly learned my lesson about laughing at B's misfortunes when it comes to dealing with Caiden.

I had been flying solo with Caiden since early Monday evening when B left for a conference in Portland. It was only an overnight trip, so I didn't think it would be too big a deal. The rest of Monday went pretty smoothly leaving me high hopes for a good Tuesday. Hah.

Tuesday appeared to start off well. Caiden slept an hour later than he had normally been sleeping which afforded me some much needed rest. However, I was rather dismayed to wake up and find I had a particularly sore throat. Grr. The rest of the morning was fairly uneventful, tho Caiden did have a shorter than usual nap. Oh well - happens every once in awhile so no biggie.

We had a good early afternoon - his appetite seemed to be back to normal, I got dinner started, and we had fun playing with his toys. He took a nice long afternoon nap and woke up around 4pm. We ran a few errands and made it back home about an hour later. I don't know what transpired during that hour, but from the moment we got home, I was not allowed out of his sight. Even dashing around the corner to drop off the cats' dinners elicited sobbing and wailing. I'd sit on the floor with him in my lap and he'd still cry. Distractions worked on and off for awhile and finally it was time for his dinner. That was some good happy time (voracious little eater - I couldn't keep the food coming to his tray fast enough!).

Next up - bath time. Normally a fun-filled half hour that B has the pleasure of enjoying. Bath time is almost always one of Caiden's favorite activities, and usually B doesn't mind being in charge of said bath (which gives me 15-20 min on my own - yay!). Since B was gone Monday night and didn't make it home in time on Tuesday night, bath time was for me and Caiden.

At this point, I must fill you in on B's little adventure from a few days ago. For the first time in his young life, Caiden decided that the bathtub would be his big ol' toilet bowl. Before B had a chance to react, Caiden popped (pooped?) out a couple of turds which floated merrily around the tub until B was able to, um, scoop them out into the toilet. Naturally, I got a good laugh out of this and told him we're pretty lucky to have gone 10.5 months without an incident like this happening sooner! It was bound to happen, and it didn't seem so bad. And of course I was secretly relieved it wasn't me that Caiden "surprised!"

So, back to Tuesday night with Caiden, me and the bathtub. You can probably already guess where this is going. We were seconds away from wrapping up bath time when Caiden grew still and sort of rested his head in the water. Silly me thought, aww...he's tired. Time for bed! But I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN! I can almost always tell when he is pooping when he is crawling around on the floor!! This was the exact same routine!! But no - I foolishly overlooked the key signals and was consequently flabbergasted when I saw what was really happening! Due to the consistency, I couldn't really whip him out of the tub and onto the toilet without making a bigger mess. I just sat there, dumbfounded, and watched it happen.

After a few moments, I snapped out of my stupor/panic and snatched him up out of the water but was at a loss for what to do next. I couldn't just go dry him off and dress him for bed. He needed a second bath. But I couldn't put him in the tub either! And with just me here, I didn't have a way to clean it up while keeping an eye on him! So I did the next best thing. I plopped him in the sink (which he barely fits in, mind you) for bath #2. I got him cleaned up and avoided looking at the tub which was sure to induce a gag reflex.

Once he was dressed, nursed and put to bed, I began the arduous task of thoroughly disinfecting the entire tub and (yes) all the toys that were still in it. *gag* I managed to not lose my dinner, but talk about gross! I'll spare you the details.

Needless to say, I should have known better than to laugh at B's experience. I bathe Caiden so infrequently that the chance of this happening on my "shift" was totally unlikely! Leave it to karma to give it to me otherwise. *sigh*