2. I'm fairly certain that the manufacturers of my garbage disposal never intended it to be used for poop.
Here's the thing. I'm pretty sure that Carter knows what I'm up to. He knows that I'm on high alert for any irregularities in his breathing patterns that would indicate any amount of straining. He also knows that, the second that I detect any such irregularity, I'm going to be all over him. "Carter, do you need to go potty? Are you sure? Are you really sure?" So he waits. He waits for me to leave the room, probably to change yet more diapers, and then he unloads. But Carter's not as smart as he thinks: like any poor fibber, he has a tell. There is a towel in our computer armoire that I make Carter sit on while he plays games, so if he has an accident, he won't destroy the leather chair. Well, anytime Carter has an accident (or an on-purpose), he pulls that towel out and sits on it, wherever he is. I find him in this position at least once a day.Which leads me to the second thing of which I'm fairly certain: that my In-Sink-Erator was never intended to be a Poop-o-Matic. And yet, here I find myself day after day, blasting poop out of tiny pairs of underwear with my faucet sprayer, the steam wafting unthinkable odors straight into my face, because Heaven knows there's no way that I'm touching that stuff. Once that pleasant task is complete, I scour the entire area with straight bleach, so as to avoid our own little Konold family Cryptosporidium outbreak. (You Utahns know what I'm talking about.) I have repeated this ritual every day but one for the last two weeks.
Don't get me wrong; I'm elated that Carter has finally learned to use the potty for going #1. But this poop situation is almost worse than changing diapers.
7 comments:
That was a gross image but I understand it....unfortunately..
Katie I will just pay for you to REPLACE those undies instead of cleaning them, because cleaning them out is just not right.
Just give me an address as to where to send the check.
I have also never had the courage to clean those types of accidents. I throw the offending undie into a baggie and into the garbage can. You, my dear, are a brave woman. Don't worry, Carter will figure it all out sooner than you think.
You make me want to have children! haha ;)
That's just gross. I just hope that Provo city doesn't reuse your sink stuff. I laughed the whole time reading your blog.
Seriously, I don't think we should start potty training until kids are at least 3-4. Diapers are a pain, but at least they don't require plunging your disposal!
Just remember: This too shall pass.
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