Karma

I know it's been almost a week since I posted last, but life just seems to get away from me sometimes! I want to share with all of you something that happened to me just this morning. To give fair warning though, this post is not for anyone with what we'll call delicate sensibilities.....

This story actually begins about 10 years ago, somewhere on a highway between Northern California and Seattle. My sister Sarah was little, and she and my mom were on their way to pick up my other sister, Christa, at camp. Being sixteen, I had to stay home and go to work and school. My mom called me on her way up to tell me that Sarah had pooped through her diaper and was fingerpainting on her legs with the contents. She wasn't able to pull over for quite some time due to the roads, and so had to smell it for a long while! Needless to say, being childless at the time and also not there, I thought it was pretty funny.

Fast-forward to this morning. I was getting ready for work in my bathroom, and Aiden was sitting on my recliner in my bedroom with his milk and watching the Wiggles, which he does every morning. While I was doing my hair, he walks into the bathroom and hands me his diaper. The one he had been wearing. Gee, thanks, I told him and he walked back out into the bedroom. I checked the diaper and saw that it was empty of brown stuff and sighed a sigh of relief. I threw away the diaper and went out after Aiden to get him dressed.

I took two steps into the bedroom and stopped short. There was a reason there was no poop in the diaper. That reason being that he was busy fingerpainting with it all over the TV. He had two big chunks in his hands that he was smearing all over the TV, the DVD player, the TiVo, the carpet and himself.

I just stared in utter, absolute shock. I didn't even know what to do first. Aiden slowly turned his head and looked at me. Then he smiled his "look at me, Mommy!" smile, and while I was busy processing the scene in front of me, he decided to pee all over the carpet, just to finish things off.

I came to my senses just as he was lifting his hands up and in the direction of his face. SSSTTTOOOPPPPP!!!!! I yelled, loud enough for my new neighbors to hear, no doubt. He froze, and just looked at me with a look that said, "something smells funny..." I snatched him up, plopped him in the bathtub and proceeded to practically scrub the skin right off his hands. He was giggling the whole time.

So I spent half an hour cleaning up his mess and then had to explain to everyone at work that I was late because I was busy scrubbing poop off of my TV. My Mom is going to love this story.....