The more glamourous side of Motherhood

Yesterday:

At 5:45am, I could hear Ian wake himself up and head to the bathroom. Having my bedroom (with the door open) located so close to the hallway bathroom, I can hear perfectly what is going on when that door is open too. His aim was anything but perfect and I could tell when the stream of urine had finally reached the intended target. I guess at this early hour, he was still half asleep and I counted myself fortunate that he at least made it to the bathroom and didn't wet his bed.

It was about 5 minutes later that Ian started yelling for "DADDY!!!". Jeff went in there and found that Ian had to do more than pee and didn't make the toilet for the next little gift that came out of him either. Next thing I know, they are both taking a shower to get extra clean from the early morning bathroom episode.

By the time I reach this particular bathroom, the rug and his pajamas are being washed in the washing machine (thanks Honey) and it is ready for me to go in and disinfect. I feel like the clean-up crew from Pulp Fiction.

About an hour later, we have a similar episode in the downstairs bathroom. This time, "IT" manages to hit the walls and is dripping down. How in the world that managed to occur, I'll never know. But you would really have to see it to believe it. Again, I feel fortunate that Ian at least made it into the bathroom and the mess is contained. I start the wash with this bathroom rug, his clothes and underwear. Ian and I have a quick discussion about not going to school and decide it is for the best that we stay at home and have him near a bathroom at all times. It wouldn't be fair to bring anyone not related to him into this situation.

Meanwhile, Bailey's nose bleeds have started again. This time they are getting more frequent and seem to have no rhyme or reason when they occur. I usually discover a nose bleed has happened by walking into the room and seeing it on the floor. Over the past 2 days, I'd estimate he has had about 15 separate incidences. When it is on the hardwood floor, I get out my Clorox Anywhere spray and clean it up. But when it hits the carpet, I use the spot shot spray and then leave the remaining evidence on the floor for when Jeff gets home. He takes out the steam cleaner and hits all the spots in one fell swoop.

Oh yeah, and my perfectly trained dog who didn't even need one lesson in where to go to the bathroom when I brought him home at 7 weeks old is now peeing in the house. I guess with all the water he is drinking from being on the medication is making it hard for him to hold it. I let him out constantly now, but it is still not effective 100% of the time.

The majority of the day yesterday was spent running and back forth between Ian and Bailey cleaning up after each of them. It was probably one of the least productive days I've had. It was all I could do just to make it not look like a crime scene had taken place in our house.

I am not sure how much longer Bailey is going to be with us. It hit me yesterday that he really is sick and will just keep getting worse. I think one of his nose bleeds scared Sam and that is the last thing I want happening. I feel like I am somehow giving up on him and I wish there was more I could do. Maybe by putting him to sleep is the best thing I can do for him right now.

I didn't get to the gym. I wasn't able to get my run in, which at this point, I liken it to breathing it has become so necessary to my well being. I didn't get to the post office. Obviously it is not the end of the world and can easily wait until tomorrow. I did manage to do 8 loads of wash (the first 3 loads involved cleaning what was soiled by the little one and furry one in the morning) and changed the bedding on everyone's bed.

It's been awhile since I've been stopped in my tracks and needed to spend an entire day at home. Hopefully this bug in Ian's tummy won't last more than a day and we can resume our normal schedule again tomorrow.

Motherhood -- It's not all eating bon-bons and watching Oprah.