Okay, if you read my last post, you know that I was a bit stressed out yesterday. I was tired of everyone being sick, and I was tired of worrying. Well, I'm happy to report, we all got a bit more sleep last night, no one threw up, and we woke up to a good morning. But, I feel for humor's sake and just to laugh at my own afternoon/evening, I should share the happenings of yesterday.
As I said in the previous post, I am suffering from lack of sleep. Well, Deano was down for a nap, the baby was asleep, Kiley was in bed with her stomach bug, and I saw a great opportunity to turn the TV on for Ryan put in his new favorite movie Bolt and enjoy a nap for myself. Before I begin this story, keep in mind, Ryan absolutely knows the rules of the house; he's almost 5.
I laid down, and after about an hour, I heard the TV turn off, and I figured Ryan turned it off because he was doing something else or he fell asleep and Kiley turned it off. Kiley was in my room getting a movie, so I asked if Dean was still sleeping, and she said yes. I fall back asleep and wake up about 20 minutes later to the sound of the bathtub running! Of course, taking a bath while I sleep is a big no no in my house for obvious reasons of drowning, but I figure it must be Kiley who I know would be okay. Still, I'm not thrilled; so, I start heading that way.
As I come out of the bedroom, I realize the back door is standing wide open and Bryson is heading out. Great, someone was an escapee. Not to mention, all the bugs etc. who have come in. I holler out the door and yell to see if it's Kiley or Ryan is outside. Kiley yells back from her room, so that only leaves my dear sweet Ryan who, by the way, isn't responding to my calls. I remember the running water and head to the bathroom which I find conveniently locked! ArRgH! I bang on the door and scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear, for that dear boy to, "Open the dang door." He obeys and opens the door at which point I see what could only be Ryan covered in mud. Not only is he covered in mud but the whole bathroom seems to have gone with him outside. Mud in the sink, on the bathtub, and all over the floor leads to this discussion.
Me: Why are you drawing a bath.
Ryan: Because I'm covered in mud.
Me: Why are you covered in mud.
Ryan: Because I made mud in the garden and played in it.
Me: Are you supposed to be outside while I was sleeping?
Ryan: No, but I didn't want to ask you.
Me: Should you get in the bath when I"m sleeping?
Ryan: No, but I was trying to get clean before you woke up.
More useless conversation results in Ryan getting grounded, crying for a long time, and more yelling for the neighbors entertainment. During this time, Bryson decides a bath is a good idea and starts getting in to join Ryan. As his takes his diaper off POO goes flying all over the bathroom. Oh CRAP! I lay him down to try and wipe him down and poo goes all over the bathmat!
I get ANOTHER load of laundry started with the new muddy poopy mess, I get the bathroom cleaner to take care of the bathroom, and go to bathe these dear boys of mine. When I reach in the water to get the washrag, I realize the water is the temperature of the sun and an entire bottle of baby soap has been used by the first dear boy to wash.
More frustrated cries on my part result in Jay waking up and screaming along with his brothers. I get the two older boys out of the tub and go to Jay's rescue. He too has pooped again! Remember my wiping dilemma and the brilliant idea to spray him off instead? That was foolish. I attempt it, make a huge mess, Clorox the sink, and get another bright idea. I decide to sit down and hold Jay with no diaper to let his cheeks "air out a bit." I mean he just pooped, it should be safe. Right? Wrong! The poop machine goes off. Luckily, I have him on a blanket, so it wasn't too bad, but it's still more poop.
At this point I just begin to laugh! I know it sounds crazy, but I am so grateful to be here with these great kids of mine and enjoy the crazy life we have together. I have been struggling a lot lately with the idea of needing to go back to work. If I find and need to take a job, I Know I will terribly miss this. When I say that my dear husband cracks up and swears I'm crazy! Maybe I am!
14 years ago
12 comments:
Haha! Ashley!!! I totally know what you mean! This is why they say mothers of little boys work from son up til son down! I loved that post because it is nice to know that there is someone else doing the same things I am! The boys can make you crazy but there is nowhere you would rather be than with them! :)
OH my gosh.....what a woman you are. And at one time in your life you told me you felt like you would better serve the world outside of the home, see how bad the home needs you and how much your kids deserve to have a loving mother to clean up poo, mud, and barf. WOW.....you get the mother of the year award for that mess@!
oh, your little muddy boy sounded like he had good intentions of leaving you alone and not getting in trouble! What a rough day!
O my gosh! First of all Dave and I couldn't stop laughing the whole time we are reading this, because it we can totally hear Ryan saying all that he did. Second of all, I have had those days where it just seems to never end, so I know exactly how you were feeling. And third, I agree with you, that you will miss those crazy, ready to pull your hair out times, men just don't understand. I didn't think I'd miss it and I do terribly! Thanks for the post and the great laugh. I needed it.
WOW Ashley sounds like a very rough time! I have to say i was laughing but i totally understand the ok when is it going to end, the poo that is! I don't have boys but i do understand the "but mom i didnt want to wake you up!" You kids sound so sweet and i hope you get to stay home with them! And i hope you guys all get better very soon!
This reminnds me of a song I used to sing "Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end...". Remind me to show you the pic we have of big brother Chris teaching little brohter Mikey how to roll in the mud til you're completely covered. Laughing really is the best way to deal with those kind of days...weeks..months...years. And yes, I am misty-eyed to realize I have now passed that stage of motherhood onto a new generation. remember the scriptures: All these things are for thy good; thine afflictions are but a small moment...and my personal favorite and it came to pass(it does NOT say "to stay"). Yelling disney movie phrases such as "Blow me to Bermuda" & "Passamaquadie" have also helped relieve the pressure valve at times...Hag in there & before you know it you'll be passimg the torch onto another all too soon! Thanks for the stroll (Or maybe I should say rolling on the floor with laughter) down memory lane! Love Ya'll!!!Mamo
Oh Ash! Loved this post! I needed a laugh and I needed the honesty. These days are rough and yet will be the most treasured one day. You are a great mom, wife and friend. We all have those days, and if you are going crazy I am right ahead of you in line!
That is sad you had to clean all that up! I dont know if I want a boy now! :)
My heart goes out to you as I was laughing reading this! What a day! But, like you said, there is no better place to be, even if it's cleaning up poo, mud, and puke! Good luck!
You need a hug.....
Can't stop laughing! Kids enlighten our lives so much even in the craziest moments. I laughed especially hard after reading the airing out bit, since posting my last suggestion! Enjoy it sweetie!
Oh Ashley! You poor thing. First everyone and their dog gets sick at your house. Then muddy, poopy kids. I don't know how you do it. I can barely take care of one child. How are you and Chris doing now? Is everyone feeling better? How's your little Jay? We will have to get together sometime.
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