I’ve been doing Works For Me Wednesday most Wednesdays since I started the blog. It’s one of those blog carnivals that seems right up my blog alley. We slobs are generally very creative at coming up with inventive solutions since we generally put things off until the very . . . . last . . . minute.
Yesterday when I linked up, I saw that she’s having a 2nd blogoversary carnival (what’s spell check going to think of that one?) Her blog is called We Are THAT Family! , and she wants others to share their THAT family stories. Since we’re often THAT family too, I just had to think of something to share. Of course, my mind went blank, and then I started coming up with a few things.
I wanted to go with something that fits the slob/germaphobe/what-is-my-problem theme.
Have you ever looked, really looked, at your plunger? Not just a cursory glance as you wipe down the toilet, but picked it up and seen what it looks like underneath? No? I’m thinking it’s normal to answer no to that question. But who am I to say what’s normal?
Anyway, I’m an early potty trainer by some people’s opinion. My second was fully potty-trained before his second b-day, and my daughter well before. My first wasn’t trained until he was a little over two, but I spent the year between ages 1 & 2 working on it. In one of the many times when he just sat there forever, I walked in to find him gnawing, yes, gnawing on the bottom of the plunger!!!!! The BOTTOM of the plunger. You know, the part that goes INTO the potty. And it’s not like it goes into the potty when the potty is sparkling clean. It generally is needed at times when the potty is full of YOU KNOW WHAT.
OK, there’s my story. It was between that and the time when maggots hatched out of the acorns that my boys had been collecting and storing in the cupholders of our stroller.
Poop won. It always does.
I found your blog from That family blog – I have to admit I'm dying laughing because my 16 month old has discovered the plunger. And yes, he was found in the bathroom with the plunger in his mouth…the best part? my 3 year old daughter was watching the whole time and never said a peep…I think she wanted him to get in trouble…kids
Love it!
Thanks for celebrating with me!
Oh no!! As a slob I also have many poop stories but also a maggot story!!!! The yard waste bin is used for house compost where I live and mine was about 30 gallons full out of a 96 gallon can. Being a slob/procrastinator/etc. I often neglect to put out the trash cans-of course!! Since it was summer by the second week when I wheeled out the trash it disturbed the maggots and they began to flee the bin and crawl across the cul de sac-in plain sight of every one who happened to glance. I spent 20 minutes trying to cover up the evidence and praying for the yard waste guy to come! Thankfully some big crows came and kept it under control until garbage time, I have never loved a bunch of crows so much in my life.
Oh. My. I can’t even imagine what I would if I walked in to see that! I do know that I would be very tempted to boil my kid. Or Lysol the heck out of him! Yikes. Thanks for the laugh…even if it was accompanied by some serious heebie jeebies!
OMG I am dying laughing over here!!! Love your site – I get special joy just reading about your laundry capers because I have the same laundry fun at my home. This story was just too funny though. LOL Thanks for the laugh.
omgosh wow… yup I have caught my girls doing the same thing…ew ew ew… and yes I have looked and seen what is on the bottom of the plunger…needless to say it went in the tub with hot water and got cleaned that very second…that is sooooo gross…. hmmm reminds me…I probably haven’t cleaned it in a LONG time…. ewww….
As I sit here gagging and giggling, I’m not feeling quite as bad about my oldest daughter now. When she was just at the age where she was pulling herself up to furniture, I was reading – and realized I didn’t hear her playing in her room…about ten feet away from where I was sitting…with the door wide open. I found her – standing at the toilet, with a sopping wet wad of Charmin…sucking on it. I kept the bathroom door closed after that. 🙂
LOL! I actually was just telling my husband that I think I became a germaphobe when we had our daughter I mean I had to protect her from the germs right? Now with our son he’s constantly getting unsanitary things into his mouth and hands no matter how hard I try to prevent it. So in a weird way he’s starting to fix me I mean if he can survive all he’s had in his mouth maybe I do overreact a bit over germs lol.
We are that family too. When my youngest was about 6 months old, I was visiting a neighbor. I realized the baby wasn’t in sight. We found her in the laundry room, eating out of the litter box! My friend and I gagged and laughed the whole time we were cleaning her up. She hated the soap worse than the poop!
My maggot story: (don’t read this, it’s gross) I had left a bag of trash on our deck (right outside the kitchen, it’s a long walk to the trash) for far too long. I used to not be able to do that or a stray cat would come pilfer through it, but the cat hasn’t been around in awhile) so I was feeling great motivated to get housework done, heading down to switch laundry at my in-laws house (we live on their property). I saw the trash and thought in my best Flylady voice “do it now” so I dragged the bag half down the steps and then decided not to because it could tear, so I then hoisted it over my shoulder and the maggots rained down. I nearly puked then stripped my shirt off (and nearly my bra until I remembered neighbors) because they’d fallen into my cleavage. Then I took a shower and it ruined my motivated day.
Wow, no poop AND maggot stories? Y’all haven’t LIVED! I used to live in an apt. with a huge balcony, and one time I got a new litter box and put the old dirty one (still filled with litter) out of the balcony to dispose of at a later date. Of course, weeks went by and I forgot about the dirty litter box until I was motivated to tidy the balcony for some reason. I dumped the litter into a garbage bag, flung the bag over my shoulder and hauled it down the street to the community dumpster. RIGHT before getting there, the bag ripped, dumping ancient used litter, pee soaked chunks and maggot-riddled cat feces all over me, in my hair, down my shirt and in my shoes. NEVER AGAIN!