So close. I was so close to not having to change the poopy diaper of the FOUR-year-old boy I am babysitting today. His aunt comes in ONE HOUR to pick him up. One hour. I was so close. He's already been here for five hours. It's been stressful these last couple of hours. I knew he was close to going. Last week he went in the first hour he was here. I have been watching the clock, just waiting. Then I see him crouched down, pushing, in my room. My room. The smell has now penetrated to my entire house. My entire house wreaks like a four-year-old's poop.
Did I mention that his mom included long-lasting cough syrup in the bag she brought for him? Refer to the post here about how my children take FOREVER to get over a cough, and refer to the post here about how I can't ever say 'no'.
So close. Feel sorry for me.
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My favorite high school class was "Keyboarding".
My favorite college class was "Basketweaving".
I don't like to return things to the store because I feel like the employees are mad at me.
I set up my high school English teacher and one of my dad's single friends on a blind date. They dated for three years.
I love the rain and overcast skies.
I collect miniature trinkets.
I am horrible at small talk, even though life has given me plenty of opportunities for improvement.
I am obsessed with my children's feet. I often hear them saying, "Mom, please stop staring at my feet."
I like to sit down.
I like to be alone.
I like to pinch people's buns.
Showering is really, really hard for me.
I want my last meal to be chicken lo mein and chocolate milk, with an oreo shake hand-mixed by Jakob for dessert. So he better not die first.
I have white-trash tendencies.
It takes me anywhere from 30-60 minutes to fall asleep at night.
When I was little, my pretend name was always Lisa.
I get a little nauseous whenever I see men or boys with long fingernails.
I bruise easily.
I don't like to talk on the telephone or to drive.
My favorite place to be is my bed.
I will be a Broadway star in heaven.
My favorite color to wear is black.
I get a perm every year to make my hair thicker.
I wax my nose hairs.
I don't like to clean, but I do like to organize.
My favorite part of my job is when my kids sing and/or dance with me.
My least favorite part of my job is anything that has to do with food.
I had both the names "Channing" and "Tatum" on my "Baby Girl Names" list before the movie "Step Up" even came out.
My favorite college class was "Basketweaving".
I don't like to return things to the store because I feel like the employees are mad at me.
I set up my high school English teacher and one of my dad's single friends on a blind date. They dated for three years.
I love the rain and overcast skies.
I collect miniature trinkets.
I am horrible at small talk, even though life has given me plenty of opportunities for improvement.
I am obsessed with my children's feet. I often hear them saying, "Mom, please stop staring at my feet."
I like to sit down.
I like to be alone.
I like to pinch people's buns.
Showering is really, really hard for me.
I want my last meal to be chicken lo mein and chocolate milk, with an oreo shake hand-mixed by Jakob for dessert. So he better not die first.
I have white-trash tendencies.
It takes me anywhere from 30-60 minutes to fall asleep at night.
When I was little, my pretend name was always Lisa.
I get a little nauseous whenever I see men or boys with long fingernails.
I bruise easily.
I don't like to talk on the telephone or to drive.
My favorite place to be is my bed.
I will be a Broadway star in heaven.
My favorite color to wear is black.
I get a perm every year to make my hair thicker.
I wax my nose hairs.
I don't like to clean, but I do like to organize.
My favorite part of my job is when my kids sing and/or dance with me.
My least favorite part of my job is anything that has to do with food.
I had both the names "Channing" and "Tatum" on my "Baby Girl Names" list before the movie "Step Up" even came out.
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4 comments:
I HATE changing diapers of kids who are older than 2. I feel so, so, so, so sorry for you!
Yikes, 4 years old? If he can crouch down and push, can't he do that on the toilet? I don't think I could ask someone to do that. I was mortified when James was 3 and my friend had to change him because he pooped in his pull-up.(I hope his mom doesn't read your blog. If so, please feel free to delete my comment.)
That happened to me just the other day. The girl pooed. And I waited and waited and waited. Finally I could wait no longer and changed it. And I was MAD. And I can't say no either. We are cursed.
Ok - UGH. Four year old's diaper? Ugh. You are a saint for having him for five plus hours anyway.
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