This post is the final post in a month-long series. You can read the rest here.
Warning: This post is not for the faint of heart, delicate-nosed, or weak-stomached.
This thought crossed my mind today: Would it be wrong to stop feeding my family for a few days so I wouldn’t have to deal with any digestive by-products for a few days?
That was a joke. Put your phone down.
What follows is not a joke. I repeat, not a joke. Stop laughing already.
It all started after lunch when I heard the visiting 3 year-old friend in the bathroom. “Woah, buddy – I just noticed that toilet is clogged. Let’s go to my bathroom.” He’s in his Halloween costume, so I help him prepare to stink up my bathroom and leave. I’m not sure how much privacy he needs. It’s kinda weird when it’s not your kid, ya know?
This is taking too long. “Hon, do you need help?”
That’s when I see half a roll or more of TP in the bowl. It looks like he might have tried to flush once. Oh, wow. Tiny three year old bodies can produce the Stench of Death?
Within an hour and a half, both my toilets are clogged, I discover that I’m not particularly suave with the plunger, my middle son has pooped in his underwear and Halloween costume, I really need to go, and my youngest son has two stinky diapers.
The friend leaves.
I find out exactly where my son stood when he pooped as I step in a puddle of pee.
My commode decides to freak me out by unclogging itself and shortly thereafter flooding my bathroom floor.
Today is the final day of this challenge to blog during every day of October, and it’s the perfect day to do it. I don’t have a diagnosis, so I’m still not entirely sure what my new normal looks like. I know that it probably involves more naps, a need for flexibility, and likely medication.
Sometimes life (or a new normal) seems like you’re cleaning up one pile of crap after another, if that’s how you choose to look at it. Yes, each little part of the story got my attention for a second, but then I could see it in context. My toilet is clogged, because I finally made the day extra-special for my son by inviting his best buddy over. Worth it. I’m changing two stinky diapers in an hour, because I have a beautiful, healthy baby. Worth it. It’s all about perspective.
Do you know what happened at the end of my day? This!!!
Thanks to anyone who read during this challenge, and a special thanks to those who commented. It’s really, really encouraging to hear from you. Thank you, Nester, for providing the link-up. I feel quite successful, even having missed 4 days!