Beware of the Floater

Ahh bathtime. We give the little boy a bath every other night, sometimes every night depending on how dirty he's gotten that day. For fourteen months it's been the same routine: go upstairs, take clothes and diaper off, let Aedan run around naked acting silly, run bath, put all of tub toys in tub, grab towel and wash cloth, put Aedan in tub. Let the cleaning and playing commense. After a few minutes of playtime and splashing we're done. Ready for bed.

Being a creature of habit as I am this really is how every other night when there's a bath involved goes. I know, I'm pretty boring.

Last night a HUGE wrench was thrown into the program. It's called a floater! I've heard about other kids doing this but so far we've been lucky. I mean, we haven't escaped the golden shower in and outside of the tub but that's been ok. I've dealt with it.

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As I was getting ready to take Aedan out of the tub, all of a sudden, two brown poops came floating by me. He was standing in the tub and they just dropped out! I understand that at this age he doesn't have control but I freaked. It was disgusting!!! I yelled for Pat who didn't respond. I yelled again, no response. I YELLED for a third time and finally got a "what?" "Bring me paper towels and a plastic bag," I yelled. Meanwhile Aedan was giggling but as I was bending over the tub trying to keep him out of the minefield of shitake, I kind of freaked him out. It was so gross.

I drained the tub handed over the boy who barely escaped the poo to Pat. As I was cleaning fecal matter out of the tub I couldn't help to think that this is what my life has come down to: scrubbing shitake out of the very thing that is supposed to make us clean. My life really has changed. It was a very humbling moment. A very gross moment but humbling all the same.