Warning: This post may not be suitable for those who have never taken care of small children and/or those with a strong sensory gag reflex.
Recently, I’ve regained the privilege of cleaning the soiled underpants of my four-year old son (aka “Spiderman”). This task includes wiping his similarly smeared derriere of course.
Lovely, right? My life is so glamorous.
Oh, Spiderman was fully trained on the correct use of the facilities. In fact, he’d been displaying complete competency for more than a year including proper disposal of outputs #1 and #2. I can hardly remember the days of sticker charts and Cheerios "targets."
However, we seem to have entered the Land of Regression. Quite unwillingly, I may add... on my part anyway.
Desperate, I’ve taken to conducting complex Google searches such as “was potty trained, now not so much.”
It seems I am not alone. Whew. Who knew normal was such a big place? That, along with the "sanitary" setting on my new LG steam washer, is quite a relief.
Still, I have this ridiculous habit of asking my preschooler “Why?" even though I know the question will be answered honestly and yet yield only further frustration. Here are some (unrelated) examples:
Me: “Why did you take that toy from your sister?”
Spiderman: “Because I wanted it.”
Me: “Why did you hide all these candy wrappers under the couch?”
Spiderman: “Because I didn’t want you to know I ate the candy.”
The current situation is no exception to this insanity. I've asked the same question many times over the past couple of weeks and of course I keep getting the same answer.
“Why did you do poop in your pants?” I plead.
“Because I didn’t want to stop playing,” comes Spidey’s consistent reply.
I'm actually not at all sure how to handle this new stage. For now, I am just keeping in mind my own mantra, “This too shall pass.” We'll get through it. It's a good bet he won't be wearing a Pull-Up to the prom.
In the meantime, I’m determined to find a bigger life lesson in it all.
So here it is: No matter how much fun you’re having, sometimes you have to take time to deal with the crap.
Personally, I'm thinking about all the times I've had specific tasks or situations which I just didn't want to tackle. The "big turds" as my friend MES calls them. Yet, I've learned that (much like Spidey's contaminated underoos) procrastination just makes these things messier.
Tomorrow being Monday, you're likely thinking about your "to do" list for the week. My advice is to start with the stinky stuff first. Get the big turds out of the way and the rest of the week will feel like a clean, fresh breeze.