The baby was asleep. I had put the twins in their highchairs and we were all having a nice snack. Mommy's blue jello (I have the flu), and pretzels. Then it happened. "Bubbly poop!", what my sons like to call their diarrhea, which they have had for three weeks. I carefully pick him up and walk up to the bathroom.
His new white pjs are, not for the first time, filled with the "bubbly poop". I start the bath and throw him in. The baby wakes. I wash my hands and give him a binky. He looks like he'll fall asleep. I go downstairs and my other toddler is smearing blue sticky jello all over himself and the entire kitchen table. In the bath he goes.
(Above are the diapers we changed... Yesterday)
I come back upstairs from putting poopy clothes in the washer and texting my husband to find half the bath water on the bathroom floor and my toddlers screaming "splash it higher!!!" And laughing hysterically as floods of water fly across the room and hit the carpet.
Wait, the plot thickens... as I'm moping up the floor, the baby wakes back up. I can tell he's hungry so I unswaddle him and put him under the mobile so I can quickly get the toddlers out of the bath. In the distance I hear a faint "poop go down drain!"
I go back to my flooded bathroom to find my non-diarrhea boy had pooped in the tub and they were in fact trying to put it down the drain. "Smells like poop!" Thank you, my honest sweet boy.
I fish out the poop, flush it down the toilet, let the water down the drain and start again. I add a couple drops of lavender to the bath water to try to stop the "it smells like poop!" chant.
Once again, I start the mobile then run back to the bathroom, kneel down on my soggy towels and speed bath the twins before the mobile finishes it's cycle. The boys remove the plug and I rewind the mobile while they watch every drop go down the drain before demanding to get out "by MYSELF".
I dry them off and wrestle them to get their diapers on. As I attempt to put their clothes on they both scream they want to "sneak away!" meaning they don't want to wear clothes.
I decide it's not worth the fight and let them watch blues clues in their diapers so I can finally feed my crying baby.
Did I mention I have the flu?
Hahahahahaha! You gotta either laugh or cry, right?
