Monday, May 11, 2009

Cleaning

After I put Will to bed the other night it was very quiet so I figured he had gone to sleep.  A little while later he started calling me.  I opened the door and he handed me a diaper.  A dirty diaper.  From the trash.  That he had opened.  And FINGER PAINTED with.
I discovered something that day.  I can handle blood, vomit, and even blowout diapers with no trouble.  But I have a LOT of trouble cleaning up poop the second time after my son has played in it.  D.I.S.C.U.S.T.I.N.G.
I cleaned up Will's hands, changed his clothes, cleaned the walls, floor, and trash can, but when I came to the lid of the trash I was done.  It was beyond gross.  I ended up throwing it into the front yard for the rain to wash it off.  (Yeah, I'll bet it looked weird, but I was done.)  This is what it looked like when I first saw it.  (Those with weak stomachs should look away now)  Nasty huh?

2 comments:

  1. Oh that's gross. Eeewwww. I hope Elijah NEVER does that. I can pick up DVDs that he pulls out all day every day over that!

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  2. EEEWWWWW is right. I´m with you on this one. I have a pretty strong stomach, but some things just put me over the edge. At times I´ve thrown out underwear instead of washing them out...even as frugal as I am. ;^)

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