We’re moved, if you call living around boxes moved. Everything’s here, anyhow. We’re still heating water for baths/dishes, but being here is so much better than the traveling back and forth each day. It’s home.
About the baths… It takes many minutes and many pans of hot water to be able to take a bath. No quick and easy feat. No complaints, just life for the moment. But tonight…
We had “company” over – thankfully, friends we’ve known for years and nothing awkward, but Ruby pushed that one just a bit. She wouldn’t stop fussing over not getting a second brownie, got put into her bed and that was that. Ha. She started hollering for me, I went to check on her, and the stench met me first. She’d pooped in her panties, taken them off, and smeared it everywhere. She even sat on the windowsill next to her bed. Ah, new low. Right? Not exactly. That is the first time I’ve washed poop off of a windowsill, that’s for sure. Blaine began the heating water process to bathe her, and 20 minutes later when the bath was warm, the kids in it, Sterling hollered “Mom, Ruby pooped in the tub!” Seriously? She’s never done that before that I can recall – ever. So the heated water went down the drain, we called them clean enough until tomorrow, and Ruby called it all “Funny”. Momma? Not so much. And now, dear friends, I believe I’ve reached a new low. Ah, the embarrassment. The anger. The stench. The kids are in bed. Vindictive child, I’m thinking. What to do with that one? They just don’t warn you enough about these things.
Jennifer V says
It reminds me of Rebecca, though she has never done this… I’ve had poop in the tub once or twice… and it’s an awful thing. (So is having a disposable diaper tossed in the tub.) I never had poop in the tub and no warm water. I’m thinking I’d rather not go there, but it did make for an interesting read. Thanks for sharing! 🙂
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