So my very darling 2 year old is in the midst of being potty trained. She’s doing a great job. We wear big girl panties or dresses at home. When we leave the house we’ll put on a diaper, but it normally remains dry and she’ll tell me if she has to go potty while we’re out. At night we still put on a diaper, but in the mornings it’s normally dry. We generally get 1 m&m for pee pee and 2 m&m’s for poo poo. Of course we have our occasional accidents, but all in all I’d say it’s going pretty good.
So this morning I had turned on the Disney Channel so that I could get a few things done. I was on the phone with my mom when the Pooplamity started. I was standing in the kitchen and heard Ellie start to cry in horror. I looked up to see poop spread all over the floor, the leather ottoman, her leg, hands, dress, FACE and hair!!! I gave a little shriek and (I think) hung up on my mom. As I ran over to Ellie I was a bit overwhelmed with the thoughts of what to do next. This was a major Pooptastrophe and I wasn’t sure where I should start. Do I clean the furniture? Do I pick up the “log” still lying on the floor? Do I run her upstairs to the shower? Do I stick her in the sink? Do I strip her naked right her in the living room? DoI stick her in toilet? Now when I say stick her in the toilet, I literally thought about sticking her in the toilet to wash her off!!!
I decided to run her upstairs to the shower. As I reached the top of the stairs I realized that shower would be cold so I sat her on the toilet and told her not to touch anything!!! Now all of you with toddlers know this is the dumbest thing to say to them. By the time the shower had warmed up I had poop all over the toilet paper roll, the toilet, and the wall. For some reason it took the shower forever to heat up today, but after it finally did I stuck her in the shower and started to scrap, scrub, and disinfect my poopy toddler. I don’t know who was more horrified, me or her.
After the shower, I asked if she would like for me to put a diaper on her. She responded with a very quiet “No Mommy. I think next time I go poopy on the potty.” So for the last 30 minutes she’s been walking around repeating “Poopy on the floor. No No! Poopy on the Potty. Yes Yes.” Do you think I’ve scarred her for life? Does anyone have the name of a good therapist?
Oh, and if you’re in the Carlsbad Area, after the amount of poopy I saw wash down the shower drain, I’m going to advice you don’t go swimming in the ocean today. LOL