Shark Poo

Okay. I have to warn you. This is true. So I'm just going to tell it like it happened. Its almost Halloween, you've been warned. It might scare you.    
                            

It had been one of those days. The kids were into everything. I mean everything. The fridge, oven, dishwasher, bookshelves, toy box, pantry... you name it, they (particularly Beckett) were in it. I had literally been running around behind them all day just trying to keep it safe and reasonably clean. Remember last Monday, when I told you my house was usually clean? I LIED. What I meant was, I spend all day cleaning, but unless they are asleep, there is evidence of where my munchkins have been.

And then it was bath time. I had to. I didn't want to. They have been real twerps in the tub lately. But because they had found a pack of gum, a pen, and eaten Mac N Cheese I had no choice. Use your imagination, but know that it really was bath time. I have one rule in the tub, no standing. I don't want anyone getting hurt. But here is the thing. There are a million things I could get after them for, especially on a day like this. I hate it when I hear myself saying "no" too much. I think at some point you just have to pick your battles. So I let them stand in the tub. I paid dearly for that.

It all began when Emma's face turned red. I knew what was happening, even though this had never happened before. But there was nothing I could do. Two enormous terds were swimming around chasing Beckett before he knew it. And he was terrified. I mean, he was really scared. SCREAMING his head off. Emma, on the other hand, was trying to stomp on them. Beckett's running and Emma's stomping churned the water such that Emma successfully stomped those buggers into multiple bits. GROSS. 

It is moments like that that frankly I just don't enjoy my job.
I laughed yes, but also I hated it.

A mother's love is an incredible thing. It can weather anything the storms of child rearing can throw it. Hopefully, if you are a parent, you know you are not alone in the plethora of emotions you can feel in any given day. If your kids are being little...stinkers, and there is shark poo swimming in your tub, or food on the floor, or boogers on your clothes, or they sass you, or whatever it is they come up with- you are not alone. And of course you may not love that moment. This does not make us bad parents. On the contrary. I'm pretty sure there would be something wrong with you if you liked poo monsters in your tub. Kids need real parents, to teach them how to handle the...crap life will throw at them. They are basically giving you the opportunity to shine. How nice of them :)  Besides, a little soap and all is well again. Easy cheesey. All in the day of a superparent. 

Nothing a bubble bath can't fix

Good thing kids are so cute. And washable.