Oh the things that you sacrifice when you become a parent. It is really amazing when you think about the gross things you encounter and deal with on a daily basis. All I can say is, I love it! It may sound extremely disgusting and weird but that is okay. I know I will probably see more disgusting things in my years to come but right now it is what it is and I love it.
On another side note, I often thought I should refrain from becoming a parent because of my inability to be patient at times and my great ability to lose my cool in a situation. Now I wouldn't say I am hot tempered or short fused all the time. But I have been known to flip out when I get frustrated. I know how frustrating kids can be and I was just leery of putting myself and a child in that situation. I don't get violent but I may say somethings to vent about the situation. For instance, Toby's ability to coat my house with dog hair after he simply shakes in the house is one situation that would make me lose it. Simple situation, right? But I couldn't stand the dog hair, I couldn't stand sweeping and just moving it. I couldn't stand the fact that I could not stop it. It drove me insane. I would loose my cool over that simple thing. Richard just couldn't understand and would keep his distance for a while til I cooled off. Everyone knows to get him to a breaking point is impossible. So he dealt with my emotional fit as best as he could. He now makes a habit to get him shaved on a regular basis. Well, after my many threats of finding Toby a better home that didn't have two babies that would be crawling through his hair. Don't get me wrong. I do not keep a precisely clean home but I do what I can to keep it swept and vacuumed. I do not like seeing dog hairs on the girls clothes. HATE IT! I was still up and vacuuming last night at 11:00pm. I do what I have to do. That was the longest side note ever. In conclusion, I have found more patience since having the girls. Let me rephrase, I have more patience when it comes to the girls. Poor Richard and poor Toby. With all that in mind, I will proceed with the story of gross encounters.
When bath time comes around, the girls love it. While the water is running in the tub, they will stand on the edge of the tub looking in and watching their toys start to float. They get so excited and are trying to hike their legs up enough to get in the tub. Luckily, they are a little short and can't quite get those little chunks up over the tub. But they start making some crazy noises as signs of their excitement. Occasionally, you will be greeted with a puddle of pee as a result of their excitement. And if you are standing behind them, your shirt or shorts will be welcomed with that same version of their excitement. Clean it up and move on. I have to say that I usually am the one to get the excitement sprayed on them. No problem. I laugh it off and start bathing babies. Well, a couple of weeks ago, Brooklyn was standing on the kneeling stool we use to bathe them on so our knees have a little cushion. I was getting the water just right when Richard, who is sitting behind Quinn at the edge of the bath tub, says "Oh crap!" I said "what?" He then proceeds to tell me that Brooklyn has crapped, everywhere. I look down and there is a small pile of poop on the kneeling stool and a run of poop down her leg. I start laughing so hard because it is quite a hilarious moment. Well, while I am laughing Brooklyn and Quinn discover what we are laughing at and want to play in the poop. I have nothing to clean the poop up with and start panicking. I run down stairs to find paper towels...we are out. So I run back up stairs to get more. In the meantime, I can't run hard because I can't stop laughing. Richard is still sitting on the floor, holding Brooklyn up so she won't play in it and holding his arm and elbow up to block Quinn from diving into the brown fun. Because he is holding Quinn back, he can't hold Brooklyn up very far. So her stretched out little legs and toes find a way to play in the poop. I come back in the bathroom and I see toe marks all in the poop, a stressed out Richard and a very eager Quinn. I started laughing harder. I couldn't think I just stood there like "What do I do know?" Richard instructed me to get the pile of poop that wasn't destroyed by toes and put in in the toilet. I put Brooklyn in the sink and proceed to get the excess poop from her body before putting her in the bath. Richard had a time trying to contain them both and bathe them while I scrubbed the floor and kneeling stool. You could have eaten off the floor after I cleaned it. SPOTLESS! It was a very interesting night. We were exhausted after that bath time. But I am thankful that she did it before getting in the bath. I am sure she will hate me for sharing this story. Good times!
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