Sometimes I feel like the worst mom ever.
Yesterday, while doing dishes, I glanced up to see Finley standing at the sliding glass door with an extremely suspicious smear all over her diaper. (yes, she was just wearing a diaper and shirt at the time.) I rushed over, and my worst fears were confirmed when I saw that is was, indeed poop, and that she had made her way over to the door from the center of the room, leaving behind a huge smear of poop on my freshly shampooed carpets. (You know what they say--boycott "sham"poo, demand real poo.)
I drug her into the kitchen and cleaned her up as good as you can using a half a container of wipey's, but knew that an actual bath was essential. I had just filled up the sink to wash a couple of dishes, so I set my naked daughter on the tile and handed her a graham cracker while I hurried and did the dishes. Then I refilled the sink and prepared to bathe her. Meanwhile, and this is rather key to the story, my little sister called and I decided that I was capable of handling this situation while chatting on the phone.
So I bathed Finley, dried her off and diapered her, then set her on the floor in a state of distraction, which caused me to forget about a very crucial piece of information...you guessed it, the poop still smeared on my floor.
About 20 seconds later, I looked up to see my little girl give me a goofy grin with her sweet little face and mouth now smeared with poop. I screamed, she cried, I hung up the phone. Bathed her again. I wiped out the inside of her mouth, which fortunately seemed clear of poop. That was just all over the outside of her body. Yikes. My mom has now threatened (not for the first time) to confiscate Finley and raise her herself.
7 hours ago