the Very Terrible Thing

“I’ll just turn in early,” I told myself, 2 and a half hours before I turned in. The lure of the “second day” is just too much, with its relatively uninterrupted reading and eating food in its entirety, instead of breaking it into 5 pieces and handing it around to people who smell funny and talk really, really loud. So last night was no exception, with the ceremonial slooooow eating of chocolate and reading of substandard fiction.

This morning, they woke, as they always do, exactly 2 hours before I want to be alive. Today Tristan appeared in my room in the buff, au naturel, in his birthday suit, if you catch my drift. “Well,” I thought. “He probably won’t pee.” and then I pulled him up to sleep between us. Moments later Toby came in gagging and falling over because Tristan had left a poopy diaper in his room. So. Time to wake up, I thought.

How I feel.

So I started the VBS prep process, which includes finding so many clothes for so many people. “You should do it the night before!” says you, Susy Helpful, “and also, you should eat wheatgrass!” I won’t give you any suggestions in reply, Susy Helpful, because I am walking out my salvation in fear and trembling. Matching clothes, I think. Or at least complementary. Clean. Clean clothes, that mostly fit and don’t have any noticeable stains. Man, I think. They’re gonna give my kids vouchers for the food pantry or something. “Eat your cereal,” I say 1000 times, but no one does because it has almonds and there’s mutiny afoot. “Put on your shoes,” I say 15,000 times, as Tristan, wearing only a diaper, runs frantic tracks around the house pushing a baby stroller. “Put on your shoes,” I say, 12,000 more times, when suddenly I am accosted by a Very Terrible Smell.

An investigation is launched, in which I try to track down the inevitable feces while everyone else screams and gags and does not put on their shoes. Because I clearly have lived a wicked life, I found the offending substance, with my bare foot. And then I learned the Very Terrible Truth. Somehow, and it can only be by demons and devils, fecal matter had left a diaper and landed on the floor. And then, a small pink stroller had driven through it. Over and over and over. In a circle, through the entire downstairs. Over and over again.

“Well,” maybe you’re saying, “What would Jesus do?” and I’m warning you, Susy. You are on thin ice. Whatever it is Jesus would have done, I did not do that. There was some praying, but it was mostly focused on pleasegoddon’tletmepukepleasegod. The man of God, given the screeching options of wash-the-house or take-kids-to-church, made a quick exit with 2 of my children, who I really hope are wearing pants.

 I’ll tell you one thing. That stroller is gone. I washed the humans. I mopped the floor 4 times. I scrubbed and vacuumed the rug. I threw away washcloths and diapers and the mop head and then I put the trash bag out of the house. Bottle of Febreze: empty. Hands, scrubbed raw. But I am not washing that stroller. It is dead to me. 

If anyone is looking for me today, I will be in my big chair in the corner, rocking and humming.

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10 thoughts on “the Very Terrible Thing

  1. Anonymous says:

    Oh wow, sounds like my house. This.is.so.good! I hope you're enjoying rocking and humming 😉

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  2. Jesus take the wheel…the poopy poopy wheel. Sounds like this morning your kids were the inspiration to "This is why we can't have nice things!" Hang in there lady…it happens.You deserve a medal…and maybe a glass of wine and a large cookie…on an island…alone 🙂

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  3. Anonymous says:

    I'm so sorry – but I have to admit, I laughed my head off.Hope all of you have a better day tomorrow.Jenn's Mom

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  4. Anonymous says:

    I love you!You've always had such a way with words!

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  5. Katrina says:

    Wow, so well written. I felt like I was there!We did VBS this year for the first time, and you have more littles than me, so my hat is off to you!

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  6. Wow, you need a reading break! That's what my Hubby gives me when I start to look like I'm about to light my hair on fire. Love your writer's voice, I was right there with you remembering some similar days with my 3 boys involving 7 packets of jello, a bottle of hand soap, and an unzipped bean bags couch. Keep hangin in there, He has to have like a special crown for moms right. With some chocolate on it…and it comes with a book, a really nice hard cover book and earplugs!In His Hands,Kristen

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  7. Anonymous says:

    What…didn't Alan Hood once say that it a'int going to be the pastors and evangelists and Important Folk who, in the next age, are in Jesus' inner circle of divine wise leadership overseeing the world…it's going to be the moms. Especially the moms of naughty, poop-dropping children. (Last part added by me and is not ascribed to Alan Hood.) Holla. -K

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  8. Anonymous says:

    I am so sorry that you had a rough day….. well, ok…. BEYOND ROUGH. You need a break. I hope you get one soon. God bless you. Will be praying for you.

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  9. Anonymous says:

    What would Jesus do? Say "Get thee behind me, SATAN!" Probably my most used verse, sadly to say!

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