5 posts tagged “mess”

I am still not "over" an incident that happened last night...  I woke up at about 10:20pm (yes, that means I had already been asleep), and I got up to go pee...  As I was sitting on the potty, Boogie walks in all sleepily and says that he has to pee too...  I told him that I was almost done and that he had to "hold it"until I was done...  He started absent-mindedly pulling down his shorts, and I tried reminding him he had to wait his turn, when I suddenly felt a whole lot of pee landing on my legs and crotch...  I pulled him in toward me and tried the best I could to get him to pee between my legs instead of peeing on me anymore, but it just wasn't meant to be...  After we were both done peeing, I yelled for Clark to turn on the light (since the nightlight was NOT going to be good enough to clean it all up)...  I tried to explain to Boogie that it was really important that he listen to me next time in order to avoid peeing on me again...  He tried telling me that he didn't pee on me, but then I showed him all of the pee that was on my pants, underwear, and the floor...  His little lower lip started to quiver and he looked like he was going to cry really hard, so I felt terrible, and just shooed him off to bed so I could deal with the mess alone...  Clark was not too helpful, since he was busy laughing at me, but at least he got the boy into bed...  Man...  Can I just say that I hope I NEVER have to go through anything that disgusting again with a child who should be old enough to know better?!?  Effin' sleepy kids not knowing what they're doing and stuff...  Man!  Later days...

After the fasting yesterday, it was hard to get my belly back on the right track...  I didn't want to over-eat and end up in a food coma, neither did I want to eat too little and keep my tummy empty...  Apparently, I did not get the mix right -- though I am unsure whether that was even possible after 14 hours without food, since I don't ever really skip meals/snacks...  And right there with me, on this yucky tummy bandwagon, is Baby Cat...  She screamed soup in two separate places in the spare room...  (I just learned that euphemism from an awesome audiobook I'm listening to...  Isn't it funny?!?)  She also pooped on the freakin carpet, but it was right behind a puke splatter, so I am just going to assume she lost control when she was puking and not get angry with her...  Bah...  I hate feeling yucky; I hate it when one of my babies (human or cat) is feeling yucky; and I certainly hate cleaning up after a mess that one of my babies makes as a consequence of feeling yucky...  Please tell me that work will be okay and that I will not have to wait until my date with Clark for things to improve!  Later days...

I am trying to be better about my soda consumption -- so I bought some sparkling, flavored water...  Big mistake, apparently...  I have never had soda explode after being still for like 8 hours, but that is exactly what happened with the water...  Maybe being room temperature was enough to set it off?!?  All I know is that I picked the bottle up (not rough, I swear!) and attempted to open it -- but was met with an explosion of crazy proportions...  My desk and a lot of the things on it were sprayed...  And, of course, I was also sprayed with black cherry sparkling water...  Bah!  I did my best (teeheehee) to clean it up, but I am sure there will be a sticky mess waiting for me when I come back to work on Thursday...  Guess I know what I am doing before anything else, huh?!?  Oh well...  At least sparkling water is clear -- I can't even imagine how much worse I would look if I had Wild Cherry Diet Pepsi sprayed down the front of me instead of flavored water!  Later days...

I think I would rather go back to work at the crazy wanna-be-ghetto high school than be a full-time stay-at-home-mom...  I don't know how SAHMs do it...  And I am not being facetious...  Without a job to escape to every few days, I am sure I would end up institutionalized...  My darling son thought that this morning would be a good time to dump milk all over the floor as he repeated "Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!" over and over again...  Umm...  Yeah...  I think it fails to remain an accident if you keep going, but what do I know?!?  I took a picture of the mess, so I could both share my life with my faithful readers and also (hopefully) laugh at this moment someday...  Later days...

At life, that is...  I sometimes wish life were just a game -- then I would have the chance to pause, restart, or just turn it off for a while...  Today, I am at my wit's end...  I feel like a hamster on a wheel...  I keep running and running and getting nowhere... Sure, Boogie went peepee on the potty, but it was only after he sat there for 15 minutes playing with toys, went back out to eat, and then proclaimed "potty" again right as I started to eat my own breakfast...  After that, he cried because I made him stop playing long enough to get dressed...  He cried because I would not let him in my room when I went in to get dressed...  He even cried when I would not let him help me unload the dishwasher (which he constantly tries to shut his hand in)...  I decided that a change of pace might do us good, and I had some shopping to do anyway, so we went out -- which made Boogie smile...  Score 1 for mommy!  I had to run to the store to get some more flatware before Thanksgiving -- which I cannot believe is only a week and a half away, and I decided to get a few stocking-stuffer type things for Christmas too, since I am done buying big gifts for Clark and Boogie already...  Hate me if you must, but early/gradual shopping is the only way I can work, and my budget doesn't allow me to do too much anyway...  But, that's only a sidebar; let's back to the real post...  Once inside the store, Boogie lost all interest in sitting in the cart...  I decided, after finding a few items, that maybe I could let Boogie out of the cart...  I tried to keep him next to me as I browsed the shelves for the right thing, but he took off...  He ran around the end of the aisle so fast that I could not see where he went...  He was probably only gone for 10-15 seconds, but I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest, I was so upset...  I snatched him up and forced him into the seat of the shopping cart -- with him screaming, crying, and struggling the whole time...  I kept trying to explain -- very loudly -- that he was not allowed to run away from me and that he had to sit in the cart now, but I still got dirty looks from a stock boy and an elderly woman who both probably thought I had to have hit him if he was crying that hard...  We walked to another section of the store, he calmed down, and I decided to give him a second chance...  I tried holding his hand while I looked at something else, but he kept throwing himself at the floor to try and elude my grasp...  I quickly got what I was looking for, and we moved on without a complete meltdown, although some woman in the next section over felt the need to comment, "I see it's almost nap time!"  WTF?!?  I didn't say, "I see you really need to stop chatting with your co-worker and straighten out your messy section of the store," did I?!?  No, I didn't -- because that is impolite and uncalled for (although it certainly could have been said)...  Fast forward to the end of our trip, and you will see me trying to keep him happy in the checkout line despite his desire for the lollipops that I refuse to buy for him...  I finally paid -- no I DO NOT want a store credit card, thanks for asking me TWICE! -- and we headed outside, where I let him put a dollar into the Salvation Army kettle (I can't believe they are already out!)...  We got into the car without a struggle -- hallelujah!  But, I celebrated too soon...  A mere moment later, he saw the little blue ball on the floor of the car just as I pulled out onto the main road...  He started crying for it, but I refused to get into an accident over it...  Sorry dude!  I convinced him to play with the string of beads I *could* reach, and all was well until we got home...  Since it was almost noon, I figured I better get him fed and into bed...  He was probably getting cranky, I reasoned, because he needs a nap...  Boogie had another idea, though, and threw himself on the ground, launching into hysterics when I told him we could not stay outside to play...  I had to drag him inside, so I was just thankful that most of my neighbors work during the day and would not have to peer out and make me more nervous that someone else thought I was beating my child...  I gave Boogie his cup and showed him the cans of peas and mini-ravioli, to which he smiled...  I figured that was a "yes," and I made him a plate...  He refused to sit in his booster seat at the main table, but motioned that he wanted his highchair...  Whatever, little man...  I don't mind if you use that still...  So, I switched him over...  He signed for bread and said "bupper" (butter), so I went to get him bread and butter...  Behind me, I heard, "clank... crash!"  I turned around and saw raviolis and peas EVERYWHERE...  I lost it and screamed at Boogie...  I felt bad immediately afterward, but you should have seen the food all over -- with sauce even splashed on the wall...  I made him a PBJ and told him that he would go to bed without lunch if he threw that on the floor...  He happily ate his sandwich as I mopped up his mess and sponged down the wall...  As I cleaned, I spoke to Keltia on the phone because I was afraid I would really lose it if he did something else...  I needed someone to vent to and someone who could talk me down...  I am so lucky to have Keltia...  She is such an understanding person...  Granted, it has a fair bit to do with her life being so similar to mine, but I appreciate her more than words can say...  Luckily, Boogie went down easily for his nap, and he has been sleeping for about 2 hours now...  I ate my own lunch, looked at some of the blogs I read, and now I am posting to rid myself of some negative energy...  I think I should stop, though, so I can maybe take a short nap...  A good cry would probably be rather cathartic right about now, but I don't want the stuffy nose and headache that are sure to come afterward...  Bah...  Later days...