So it has been stressful around our house lately because Lucy has been sick. I am exhausted. Luckily, this weekend has been pretty good. Yesterday, I went to a party and Sammie stayed with Lucy for a few hours. So I have gotten a break which is nice. Well then comes last night which I only get four hours of sleep, and then Lucy gets up at 7 or 7:30. I don't get a really good nap in, but I am grateful she took a good one. Anyways, when she woke up today, she was really fussy and has been on and off all day. I think maybe her stomach has been upset or something. She hasn't been taking her bottles. So, I have been keeping her hydrated with juice...I need to get some pedialyte (sp?). I forgot it for the second time today. Anyways, this really has nothing to do with the story I am about to tell you.
Sammie has been wanting me to change the bathrooms I give her a bath in. So now our guest bathroom is the kid's bathroom. Before I did that today, I had to wash out the bathtub and did so. As soon as I put her in the new tub, she seems to really like it. Its less slippery than ours and has less stuff for her to get into. Well she is splashing around having fun, we are laughing, and then I get a text....I swear I look at my phone for ten seconds and when I look up Lucy is playing with a friggin' turd! Aaaaaah!!! I say "crap! Literally CRAP!" and snatch her from the tub. I set her on the floor cause there is nothing else I can do with her since Sammie is NEVER home when these things happen....NEVER!!!!!!! I have to drain the tub, clean out the poo, clean her toys, and then give her a bath again because I am not gonna let her go around smelling like poo. While all of this is happening, I am sure most mothers know that their reaction is everything when it comes to these situations. Because I snapped her from the tub the way I did and said "Crap!" kinda loud, I scared her which made her scream and throw a fit. So as I am cleaning the tub, I am trying to calm her down by saying, "Lucy, you did nothing wrong. It's ok!!" By the time Sammie gets home, I am so ready to go away for a while and have a cocktail! Instead he asks me if I am ok and if I have her and he walks out to work on his bike...I rather not ask him to take her. He has helped me so much this weekend. At least by the end of the day, I have Pumpkin Ice cream to chow down on....and my bed. Please don't mind the errors...I didn't feel like re-reading this.
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