Mallory saw me open the dishwasher and asked why the bath toys were in there. Well, I was getting ready to throw everyone in the bath, and the tub was almost full. Lexi was the first one naked, and she hopped right in. While I was pulling off shirts and stuff from everyone else, Lexi started SCREAMING. I glanced over and saw…a huge turd in the bathtub with her! She pooped in the tub. Ugh! If I’d known she had to poop, I would have put her on the toilet first, to see if she could have had a successful pottying attempt! Instead, horror. And then the other kids started screaming, too. Thankfully, nobody else had gotten into the tub yet!
I kept my cool, though, even though I quickly realized that Lexi had tried to pick up her poop, and it was on her hand and in her hair. I wiped her hand off with a washcloth and set her on the toilet, ordered the other children not to move or leave the room or touch Lexi, and I used the shampoo bucket to scoop out the lil Baby Ruth and let the water out of the tub. Then, I threw all the rubber duckies and spongey letters in the sink and grabbed the Comet so I could scrub out the tub! I did that in about two minutes, and ran the kids a new bath. I cleaned up Lexi pretty well before I put her in with the other kids, though.
See, now this is how a mother handles this sort of thing. It was no biggie, and it only added about 5 extra minutes to our bath! Haha! I didn’t freak out, and the kids calmed down. If it had been Paul, though, aka Super Germ Phobe, we would have had to put the kids through a Silkwood shower or something.
So, yeah. The bath toys got thrown in a trash bag and sent down to the kitchen, where they made the sanitizing trip through the ol’ dishwasher. And y’know, this is our second poop incident in a couple of days! Pablo pulled down his big boy underwear while we were in the backyard and copped a squat right in the playhouse. That was actually pretty funny. Well, until he stepped in it. Who knew kid poop was so hard to get off of sneakers?
Laura, also known as LaLaGirl, is the mother of a teenager and two young sets of twins. She's happily married to an enginerd named Paul, loves living in Colorado, and writes almost daily about married life, raising multiples, and parenting a child with autism. In addition to playing Barbies and pretending to eat plastic food all day, Laura spends most of her time folding clean laundry, obsessing about the amount of sugar her kids eat, and vacuuming up Polly Pocket accessories. She's obsessed with Yo Gabba Gabba, red wine, and Family Guy. She also regularly contributes to How Do You Do It? and authors the following blogs:


Elle
April 4th, 2007 at 11:16 am
Gotta love the brown tugboat. Don’t you know the rule of thumb? If’s it’s sparkling clean Mr. Brown comes to town? LOL.
kath
April 4th, 2007 at 11:30 am
The scene from Chaddyshack came to mind, with all the people screaming and running! Sh*t happens, especially when you are in the tub!
Monica
April 4th, 2007 at 12:06 pm
You are good, you kept your cool as if nothing. I hope that if that ever happens to me (hopefully never) I can do what you did without a second thought. By the way I love your blog, I’m new to it and it’s great!
Amy
April 4th, 2007 at 1:29 pm
Isn’t it amazing what motherhood makes you immune to? Poop in the tub? No problem! Bring on the poop!!!! HA!
Friglet
April 4th, 2007 at 9:43 pm
I know it wasn’t funny to you, but I’m laughing.
I had totally forgotten about the poop floating in the bathtub. It seemed like my kids only did that when we were in a hurry to get cleaned up and out the door. I think they have a sixth sense for those kinds of things.
Cindy
April 4th, 2007 at 10:26 pm
As a mom, you gotta do what you gotta do, right? LOL!
I deal with more poop (at preschool) than I ever realized I’d have to. FUN! LOL
Jerry Grasso
April 5th, 2007 at 7:10 am
Thanks for stopping by my blog! I look forward to reading your blog more often!
Jerry
lisalisa
April 6th, 2007 at 12:33 am
oh. my. goodness.
i am a poop phobe and this would have sent me into rehab - twice in one week? OMG. two kids later, and i am still a poop phobe…
Carina
April 6th, 2007 at 9:51 am
I’d rather clean up poop than barf.