Nanny Life, Oh the Poop, Oh the Tears

Today I have yet another crazy Toddler tale, to fully understand this story, you have to understand that Toddler is being potty-trained.

It was right after lunch, I was slightly distracted with answering messages, when I asked Toddler to go sit on the potty chair, he says he doesn't need to, grunts, then runs to the bathroom, I hear him sit on the potty. Yay! Victory, right?!

No. No victory for the Nanny. Toddler comes running out saying he really doesn't need to go potty and continues playing, now this is what got me later, I was planning to get up and put him back on the potty chair, but I decided to finish writing a sentence first, had I not done that, this story, this
toddler tale, probably would never have happened. But, no, alas, I decided to finish that sentence. Guys, it only took that sentence.

I look up, surprised to not see Toddler, later, I remembered hearing him running off, but then, all I heard was what every potty-training parent or nanny dreads hearing... grunting, and grunting not coming from the bathroom.

I ran, and it was a run that was made of nightmares, you know the ones where you can't get to something fast enough, either your legs are made of led or all time slows down except that thing. In this instant, it was the latter, every time I think back on it, I still feel the time slow.

By the time I arrive, so has the poop, and Toddler is looking down at his sagging underwear in mere disbelief. I remember yelling some sort of exclamations about getting to the bathroom, thinking there still has to be time, yet knowing there's not. The next thing I remember is yelling that we have to get Toddler's underwear off (there was a lot of unintentional yelling that happened). Toddler insisted on getting his underwear off by himself which caused the poop to roll right off his underwear, and onto the rug and floor that had been cleaned not 2 days previously.

It is at this point I am ashamed to say, I lost it, I became so angry, at myself, at the poop, at the stupid underwear that didn't keep the poop in it, it was all just too much, and I began yelling angrily at the poop, saying, "CRRRAAAPP! CRAP! STUPID! CRAP! STUPID, STUPID! CRAP! STUPID CRAP!" And promptly started crying, and the only thing that drove my to calm myself was that Toddler was sitting on the potty-chair looking baffled and slightly concerned about me. I calm myself enough to be able to see through my tears, grab some toilet paper, and pick up the HUGE ball of poop and drop it in the toilet, did I mention it was huge? Because it was, it was quite literally as big as my palm. It was huge.

After Toddler was done on the potty chair, I was trying to clean him up as best I could with wipes when he suddenly bursts out "you went 'whaa, whaaa'" 'makes crying noise' "for a LONG time." I was so started by what he said that it took me second to even process it. And then I started laughing and couldn't stop for some time. Toddler, hearing and seeing me laugh, grins charmingly and starts to repeat it over and over.

And time went on...

Toddler got a bath, the bathroom got a good scrubbing, and I got a funny story. Haha toddlers are so full of adventure, you never know what will happen from day to day. I love it.... And hate it.

Wishing you happiness and sunshine,

CG

P.S.

It's been a while since I've posted something, lots of things have caused this, not enough time, too much on my mind, but most of all, this inability to say anything that in anyway makes sense, or matters at all. So to those of you who have read on a regular basis, my apologies.

And apologies, because this may be my very last Nanny Life post. My life as a nanny is sadly coming to an end very soon, and I may be too busy to update you all before it does. Love- CG