…..or the bathtub!! Yes. Yes, it is exactly what you think it is.
So far, I have weathered the storm that is “Baby Max” relatively unscathed. I survived the period when he was still very new and would pee on me-or anything within range-almost every time I changed his diaper. I also survived his refusal to adhere to any type of schedule I set out to impose on his tiny body (which holds a BIG personality). His aversion to scheduling or direction also meant he wanted nothing to do with sleeping through the night until he was almost one year old! Nap schedule?….Please! This child WILL NOT be fenced in.
In an effort to simplify the bedtime routine at our house, I give both my boys a bath at the same time. They love it, and it makes my life easier. Double bonus! Max is only 14 months, and of course is still in diapers. He has always done well in the bathtub with Matthew. Apart from a few instances when he was just a tiny infant, Max has never pooped in the tub. When I first put them in together, I wondered if Max would have an accident and what Matthew’s reaction might be, but that worry had long since left my consciousness.
So, tonight when they had their bath, fishing out baby poop could not have been further from my mind….I was rinsing Matthew’s hair when I recognized that ever-familiar squat position paired with the red-faced grunt. Uh-oh. I thought only of poor Matthew, trapped in poop-water with shampoo suds running down his face. Doing my best not to alarm him of the drifting danger, I calmly finished rinsing his hair, wiped his eyes and swiftly pulled them both up out of the water.
I was surprised at how gracefully Matthew handled the whole situation. He chuckled, leaned in for a closer look-as boys do-and said “Eeeeew!! Hahah, Max you poopied!…. in the water. Haha, poop-water!!” He treated it as a novelty. I, on the other hand would have died! To be displaced during my bath and then have to wait naked and cold while the tub was drained to that I could be properly washed (i.e. decontaminated). Ack! No, thank you.
Had I been stressed this evening, I’m embarrassed to say, this situation could have quickly gone south. But I wasn’t stressed (probably because I had the treat of spending the day with a friend) so, I handled the situation surprisingly well for a 7:30 p.m. bath. The inexplicable calm I felt (no doubt another prayer answered) made me re-evaluate the craziness I’ve been feeling lately. I get so angry after telling Matthew 6 times in 15 minutes to put his “daggone” shoes on or to brush his teeth NOW!, or hurry buddy, faster, we’re going to be late. I get flustered when the customer service representative, wherever, is rude and I feel so strongly I go to lodge a complaint just to get short-of-breath and nervous while doing so. It seems ridiculous that we get so caught up in things that ultimately don’t matter, at all.
If my 5-year-old can laugh at poop in the tub-a violation that makes me cringe to my core-then I’ve been missing something. If I take a minute to laugh at myself, my children, or even the funny pattern Max’s food made on the wall when he threw it, my life and the lives of those around me will be more full. Not full of chaos, like the world, but full of love and the heart connections you share with the kinds of people you can laugh at poop with!