Last Friday was a rough one. It had started out as any normal day, but began to unravel like a chain of dominoes. Looking back it's getting funnier, but I was definitely not laughing at the time. It started out with a 7:30 phone call from my mom that she was stuck in bed because her helper for that morning (my dad was out of town) had her back go out. So I packed up breakfast and the boys and we headed over there. It went pretty well, but I find I just don't love breaking our daily routine. It's just a lot to haul them over and keep them entertained and safe while I help my mom. This had already come after a late CAbi party the night before and other previous days of helping that week. I was just completely worn down by Friday and really just at my wit's end. So we come home around 10 and we all headed upstairs to get dressed. The only doors open up there were their room and the laundry room. Lately they love playing in the laundry room. I'm not sure why. Maybe it seems like a room just their size or something. They also love playing with the washer door and the big Costco-size laundry detergent I had on the floor. They love taking the lid off and putting it back on. By this point they had lost the lid, but I had reasoned with myself that it was too heavy for them to knock over. Wrong.
I had just gone downstairs to make a cup of tea when I hear Blaine at the upstairs gate crying. I figure he just wanted to see me, but it sounded like a more upset-something-is-wrong cry. I came back up and noticed something thick all over his hands and the gate. My first thought was the vaseline in their room, but I knew it was out of reach. And that's when I heard Pierce's delighted squeals coming from the laundry room. I raced down the hall and found him gleefully playing in a half inch of laundry detergent. He was like a greased pig rolling all over and having a ball. This was the first toddler incident that I stood frozen for a moment because I honestly wasn't sure where to begin and felt very outnumbered. I knew I had to get them in the tub so I began running the water and peeling Pierce's sopping jammies off of him. Meanwhile Blaine is still crying and I began to realize that I think he had put some in his mouth. At least it was the fragrance and dye free kind. I also noticed at this moment that Pierce had pooped so I couldn't just strip him down and throw him in the tub. I got Blaine naked and as I'm doing that I hear a kerplunk and turn to see that Pierce had fallen in the tub, poopy diaper and all. This is where I start to get tickled now, but I was too overwhelmed at the time. I finally get them both in the tub and rinsed off. I pulled Blaine out first and got him dried off and as I'm getting Pierce out, I hear the sound of pee hitting the bathroom rug. Yes, Blaine was peeing and not only that, but also putting his hand in it. Lord have mercy. So I re-rinse him, quickly get them dressed, and stuck them in the pack 'n play with a movie. Sometime over the course of our chaos I had called BJ and flat out asked him to come home. I hate doing that, but I knew I was breaking down. By the time he got home I was pathetically sitting in the doorway of the laundry room trying to sop up the soap with some towels. I melted down right then and there in the hallway.
I think it was the culmination of a long series of weeks. This had all happened after weeks of my dad being incapacitated with a serious back problem, trying to be there for my mom, and taking care of 2 sick babies after having been sick myself. Not good. BJ swooped in and took over the clean up while I showered and pulled myself together. The boys were no worse for the wear and my laundry room floor has never been cleaner.
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