I've always tried to encourage my children to develop and explore their artistic sides. I consider myself more of a right-brained person and enjoy expressing creativity (however poorly its done) so I'm always pleased when one of my kids shows me a project they've been working on.
Yesterday was just a normal day and as the afternoon wore on, Sophie woke up from her nap around the usual time. We've pretty much completed the day-time potty training so when I heard her at her door saying, "I went potty!" I figured she'd done so in her diaper and didn't worry about it. We haven't quite reached the nap and sleep time training.
When I opened the door, it was as if someone had thrown a ton of bricks constructed completely of POOP right at my face. I looked down to see a naked Sophie with poop-crusted hands up to the wrists. All I could say was, "Go get in the bath, now!" to which she responded happily, "OK!" I found the soiled diaper on the floor, along with a nice giant poop streak on the floor.
I began gathering up the dirty sheets and blankets nearby and looked up to find another little surprise on one of the twin beds.
I was pretty mad at this point and made sure to get back in the bathroom to tell her how mad I was and how naughty she was. She responded by asking for more bubbles.
I grabbed some towels and headed back to the room to begin cleanup duty when my eyes lifted from the carpet and up to the walls. Cave paintings. Poop smeared everywhere. Poop on the wicker chair where she stood to reach the walls; poop on the twin bed's comforter; poop flakes on the floor in a visible trail around the bed; poop on the wall on the other side of the bed.
At this point I decided to go back in to the bathroom in another attempt to make her feel guilty (an impossible feat) and soon gave up and decided to growl and groan and mutter under my breath, hoping someone in the cosmos would be listening and understanding my pain.
It took approximately 1 hour, 5 towels, 2 washcloths, 3 paper towels, a good dose of Oxy-Clean, 3 loads of laundry, and finally a sweep over the soiled carpet with the carpet cleaner to remove the putrid smell and remnants of Sophie's artwork.
Proud? I say, Let's try another medium...maybe crayons on some good, old-fashioned paper. Shoot, draw me a few nondescript scribbles and I'll secure the means for your very own exhibition and gallery.
Yesterday was just a normal day and as the afternoon wore on, Sophie woke up from her nap around the usual time. We've pretty much completed the day-time potty training so when I heard her at her door saying, "I went potty!" I figured she'd done so in her diaper and didn't worry about it. We haven't quite reached the nap and sleep time training.
When I opened the door, it was as if someone had thrown a ton of bricks constructed completely of POOP right at my face. I looked down to see a naked Sophie with poop-crusted hands up to the wrists. All I could say was, "Go get in the bath, now!" to which she responded happily, "OK!" I found the soiled diaper on the floor, along with a nice giant poop streak on the floor.
I began gathering up the dirty sheets and blankets nearby and looked up to find another little surprise on one of the twin beds.
I was pretty mad at this point and made sure to get back in the bathroom to tell her how mad I was and how naughty she was. She responded by asking for more bubbles.
I grabbed some towels and headed back to the room to begin cleanup duty when my eyes lifted from the carpet and up to the walls. Cave paintings. Poop smeared everywhere. Poop on the wicker chair where she stood to reach the walls; poop on the twin bed's comforter; poop flakes on the floor in a visible trail around the bed; poop on the wall on the other side of the bed.
At this point I decided to go back in to the bathroom in another attempt to make her feel guilty (an impossible feat) and soon gave up and decided to growl and groan and mutter under my breath, hoping someone in the cosmos would be listening and understanding my pain.
It took approximately 1 hour, 5 towels, 2 washcloths, 3 paper towels, a good dose of Oxy-Clean, 3 loads of laundry, and finally a sweep over the soiled carpet with the carpet cleaner to remove the putrid smell and remnants of Sophie's artwork.
Proud? I say, Let's try another medium...maybe crayons on some good, old-fashioned paper. Shoot, draw me a few nondescript scribbles and I'll secure the means for your very own exhibition and gallery.
8 comments:
Being a mother (museum curater) is a wonderful calling. So gross, im sorry but I did have to laugh pretty hard.
Laughing so hard and really hoping this does not happen to me.
I'm laughing so hard that I hope I don't poop my pants.
Mom, its OK if you poop your pants. Just don't use it to paint your walls! I'm glad you all got a laugh. I was laughing about it today until she decided to poop her pants again and made another little masterpiece on another part of her wall. It wasn't nearly as big a mess, just the wall, but I was furious!
Oh my - this made me laugh. From teaching four year olds I have had one too many poop encounters. I feel your pain!
wow that is hilarious but I feel bad for you because you had to clean it up. I don't know why kids don't think that's yucky. Just be glad she isn't eating it? :) what a little artist you have-so creative
Oh, Sarah, this is worse than I'd even imagined it was! The crazy, funny thing is, she didn't just haphazardly smear it--she made deliberate markings, like she really was creating art. Seriously--how could such a sweet, pretty, dainty girl choose CRAP, FECES, STOOL as an artistic medium??? It's mind-boggling. I'd really like to know how you got it cleaned out of the wicker, too.... Ugh!
Well, I'm sure it's something you'll laugh about someday.... It seems like you actually maintained your composure admirably!
I too feel your pain. All 3 of my kids have done this to me-some of them several times. And I have had to clean it up while pregnant and gaging- trying not to throw up on the massive foot prints intentionally smeared across the floor. I am really glad to know I am not the only mother who gets mad and does the attempted guit trip thing when cleaning it up :)
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