For those of you that have read my blog before, you know that I am a working mom with 3 kids, ages 3, 4, and 14, and a spouse that is still in training. I’ve posted before about my children’s antics, and how they never cease to amaze me. From my chaotic mornings to the day I thought I lost Little Man to me having my Biggest Mommy Tantrum Ev-ahhh ….. I’ve had my share of reasons as to why I feel this “parenting” business is not about raising children, but it’s about RAISING ANIMALS.
Yesterday this was confirmed.
Thank you, Little Man.
You see….before Little Man, I only knew the workings of little girls. Little girls are easy. Little girls don’t climb. Little girls don’t jump off the highest surface they can get up onto. Little girls are decent.
Little girls would never think to pee outside…..
Not that my girls are angels or anything of the sort. They can fight like cats. And when I say CATS, I don’t mean cute little furry kittens, oh hell to the no! I mean CATS! The big furry ones with pointy teeth and sharp claws. Animals…..
But yesterday…..OMFG…..this is a true story.
The spouse was in the bathroom upstairs. I ran downstairs to flip a load of clothes. I faintly hear the spouse tell Little Man, “Hang on…I’m coming out.” Now, Little Man is a bit over 3 years old and ever since our talk about the “poop police coming”,
and also since I made him walk around without any pants or Pull-Ups until he took a shit on the potty, he has been pooping in the potty. Like clockwork. God forbid we are anywhere but near a potty at 5pm.
So, when the spouse didn’t open the bathroom door right away when Manny jiggled the knob saying he had to poop, Little Man took matters into his own hands.
I came upstairs to the spouse asking where Manny was. I said I didn’t know, I had been in the laundry room. He relayed that Manny said he had to poop and maybe he went downstairs to use that bathroom. I thought, oh shoot….and I turned off all the lights not knowing he was down there!
So I go downstairs.
No Manny in any of the rooms upstairs either. We ask Little Lady where he went. Little Lady, being 4 going on 24, says he went outside.
We go outside to find Little Man standing where the dog usually does her business, his pants around his ankles, just looking at us.
And we look at this….
The interrogation from the Dad begins…..
“Manny. Is this YOUR POOP???”
Well….it certainly looked like his poop. And he WAS standing there with his pants around his ankles. And he WAS a wee bit embarrassed to look us in the eye…..
And here I was, worried about the Little Man spewing F-Bombs in public rendering me totally humiliated. I swear, if he ever feels the need to take a crap outside in public, I will personally check myself in at the nearest psychiatric facility.
What have YOUR little animals done to make you re-think this parenting business?
Oh, and if you want to know more about my Little Man-imal….you can read it here. Just don’t say I haven’t warned you.