Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down, and I’d like to take a minuet just sit right there while I tell you the story of how I became the mum to a child with shit in his hair.
This story begins one fateful morning when the birds were chirping and everything was good in the world. That was until I went to get my child up from his bed and the utter devastation would make this a morning a morning I would never forget.
What lay before me I could never unsee. I still have nightmares to this day of the shitty litte hand prints covered in what used to be Rexs bedroom. That right. The little sod had only done a massive shit then hand dived down the back of his nappy and spread that shit like he was making a sandwich.
I found shit in places I never knew existed… under the bed. On the inside of handles, the skirting board and don’t even get me started on the shit covered stair gate. And the worst of all? Have you ever tried cleaning dried on shit off a child hand? Picking that dried shit from under his fingernails. Well that’s fun!
So operation clean up is underway. Lots of sanitiser, baby wipes and rubber gloves. Scrubbing that room within an inch of its life. Finding more random shit as I go along. Have you ever tried finding poo on a brown carpet? It’s litlerry the thing of nightmares. No amount of vacuuming and scrubbing was ever going to make this okay.
Finally I had the room smelling beautiful and all tidy and clean and I could finally relax and stop having nightmares of finding shit everywhere. Everything was good in the world again. that was untill a week later when he did the exact same thing. *crys*
Oh the joys of being a mummy!!
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