June 4, 2009
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There are gross things, there are really gross things, and there are things that shouldn’t even be talked about they hit such an epic level of nastiness. You have been warned.
I had been lulled into a false sense of security. After hours and weeks of backbreaking labor, the back yard was finally beginning to resemble a place you’d want to relax in instead of the inner-city junk yard meets tumbleweed manor it had become. We got the jacuzzi up and running (although we need to fix some of the paneling we broke), the pool was up, filled and lustrously refreshing. The garden weeded, tilled and planted. The lawn green and revived. I came home from work today, and stood in my perfect backyard, breathing perfect air, with perfect weather, and thanking God for my life. The kids were swimming in the pool and jacuzzi, and Charlie was babbling and blowing bubbles in the water like the little sprite baby he is. Jamie was showing off his swimming skills and Julia was splashing more water out of the jacuzzi than there was in the jacuzzi. All was well until I heard the four words that changed my afternoon. “…poop in the pool!” and that wasn’t even the tip of the iceburg. In retrospect I should have got down on my knees this morning and prayed for floaters in the pool, but no, the jacuzzi had turned into full on diahhrea soup. My life seems to be filled with moments where I don’t think it is humanly possible to press on as mother of my children. I mean who crowned me as the adult in this situation? I had absolutely no desire nor know how to pick out poop soaked children to clean them, disinfect them and then somehow do the same to the hot tub. Seriously. No amount of gagging and retching on my part was making it go away either. Sadly.
I got the kids cleaned up, put Jamie on his bed (he was the culprit) changed into old clothes and “we” (because I envoked my rights as eldest and made my siblings help me) emptied the hot tub bucketful by bucketful in the nastiest assembly line I ever have and ever hope to partake in. Scrubbed the hot tub down, disinfected it, filled it, emptied it again, scrubbed it again, and refilled it. There has never been a more clean and germ free hot tub in the history of mankind. Really.
Comments (5)
GROSS. This was not one of the funny stories. I pity you with all my heart.
Oh wow. Truly disgusting. That Jaime! I guess… it was good that your siblings were there to help you? LOL
wow. i suppose, why do something on a small scale when it can be truly monumental?
gack.
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ewww! I thought poopoo in the bathtub was bad, but yeah, that is 1000x worse. I had no idea when you left on IM Wednesday to deal with the poopoo situation that it was that bad. Just nasty.
Yikes! I’m sorry you guys had to deal with that. Jamie has this thing for pooping in the tub and that’s bad enough but this is a whole lot worse…by like a thousand times! I would buy some of those “Little Swimmers” pull up diaper/training pants thingies and make him wear them anytime he’s in the pool or jacuzzi. Just a suggestion…