The fact that I have to even write this post….makes me insides wanna become my outsides. I know…I don’t HAVE to write anything… but in being fully transparent and having a good documentation of the daily musings of our lives. I have to.
Luke keeps smearing poop everywhere in his room.
Let that sink in.
Take a moment to pity me.
And let’s move on.
I thought this was a one time deal…like one of those “hey isn’t that kinda funny” things that happens in parenthood. But…then it happened again and I thought…”Well you lazy mom, this is what you get for not putting shorts on your kid during nap time”. And then…
Shorts on. Not the shorts. Shorts not a barrier to poop smears. NOTHING IS A BARRIER.
We have moved past the conversation where it basically goes like this…
Walk in door…get wiff…look around…
“LUKE! Oh No! We don’t paint with poop, that’s a icky!”
Luke blinks slowly at me…
“NO PAINT WITH POOP”- Luke.
“Yes…my like Poopcaso….go watch Blaze while i disinfect your life”.
Now it’s just…walk in the door…look around…
“Ok, where is it”
and he goes around the room and shows me all of his markings. And I die a little more every day.
I’ve done my googling. I know this is normal. But this just isn’t what I expected ya know? This isn’t on the Gerber milestones chart where it’s like crawler…walker…toddler…poop smearer…potty trained…president.
Any moms have some suggestions? Because, ew.