Today seemed a bit overwhelming, I’m not really sure why. I felt bad when Brady got home because I felt a bit of relief, where as he hadn’t had the best work day, and was coming home to more chaos. He has reassured me that he prefers home chaos to work chaos, and he’s more than happy to come home to it, but still. I know he doesn’t get the same relief I get.
We spent the evening with three underwear/diaper clad children. Not because they asked to be undressed, or because thats normal right before bedtime. No. Every single kid took their turn being unceremoniously stripped down for one reason or another.
It began at supper.
Laela spilled half a cup of milk on herself. I get it, cups are tricky, but usually she’ll accidentally splash a little, or dribble some down her face if she pours it too fast. You get the drift. But she had clearly brought the cup to her mouth, not tried at all, and poured it down her body. It was all over her high chair, the floor, and of course, her clothes. So we stripped her down and figured it would be bedtime soon enough, so we’d just leave her that way.
Once Dekker and Laela had ran off to go find some fun, Brady and I visited a bit in the kitchen and relaxed a little. He decided to put a load of dishes through the washer, so I grabbed Rowan to take him downstairs to find the others. I noticed right away that his diaper was really fat. I figured he had probably wet through, so I looked into the highchair, and found poop. Because why wouldn’t I? So after that blowout, he also was just left naked. Again, it would be bedtime soon enough.
We were downstairs, and Brady had finally come down to sit with us for a few minutes before we began the big tidy of toys and the rest of bedtime routine. In that moment, Dekker got this scared look on his face and announced that he’d pooped his pants. It still happens sometimes, and it takes everything in me to just say “Oops! Lets go to the bathroom fast and finish up there!” rather than getting suuuper frustrated in front of him and telling him he knows better. So this evening, he pooped his pants, and Brady and I both right away said “Well, let’s go to the bathroom! C’mon, let’s go!” Brady got there and pulled his pants down. There was poop aaaaall down his legs. It was a big, gross, sickie poop. I could see right away how it had gotten away on him. There was compassion, but also dry heaving and preemptive exhaustion towards the upcoming task. We hauled Dekker upstairs to got him on the toilet while we ran a bath. Poop was all over the floor, the bathmat, the toilet seat, the potty seat, and of course everything he was wearing. I grabbed everything that could go in the laundry, and brought cleaning stuff for the floor and seats. Brady scrubbed and then showered Dekker off while I ran a load of laundry with Dekkers clothes, the bathmat, Rowans clothes, the cover from his high chair, and Laela’s clothes.
If I can be honest, the vibe from this evening was sort of how the whole day felt. I’m so very glad its bedtime.
My kids are lucky they’re so darn cute.