Monday, October 11, 2010

Gavin pooped in the tub (again)

So you may have noticed that I haven't been posting as much as you might like.  I do apologize.

Real life crashed down on us like a wave when we returned to California in August.  Within 10 days, everyone was back at school or work.  With all the attendant issues therein.

Megan is finding second grade hard.  A good hard, but hard none the less.  It  actually takes her all 4 nights to finish her homework these days, along with much parental prodding.  Add that to piano practice and the evenings get filled up fast.

Gavin has decided that his every happiness depends on close physical proximity to me, so pretty much every waking moment that he and I are in the same space means that I end up carrying him around the house.  Sometimes, I drop him off by the gate in the family room and then run into the kitchen to quickly empty a few items from the dishwasher before he finds me again and clings to my leg.

And Riley...Riley thinks that if he jumps off the couch enough, he will figure out how to fly.

Anyway, just as things were starting to feel manageable, the tub pooping started.  At this point, it has happend so many times, I couldn't give you a number.  Yes, my child has pooped in the tub more times than I can count.

I'm sure that after the 2nd or 3rd time, most people would stop giving their child a bath at night.  But for Gavin, dinner is a full contact event.  A wipe down at the sink really doesn't get the job done.  And would it really be better if he pooped in the shower?

On the plus side, I am quite good at sanitizing the bathtub; my routine is completely streamlined.  But on the down side, Megan and Riley now refuse to take a bath with Gavin.  I don't blame them one bit.

I did have to make them take a shower in my room the other day, because after several 90+ degree days (yes, it was that hot in October) they were starting to smell, more than a little.

But the moral of this story is: By the end of the day, I am beat.

But I have hope that this is just a phase. Someday, instead of being my actual life, it will be a funny story I tell.