The “most disgusting” award goes to…

Tad.

We have a little bit of cabin fever here. With the Webmaster away, I was hoping to get out of the house and occupy the kids with things to do, places to go, friends to play with.

Enter the great Seattle freeze of November 2006. I don’t think it broke 30 degrees yesterday. Today is supposed to be warmer, but nothing melted and everything froze again last night, with low temps around 15 degrees. So, I haven’t felt like taking a risk and driving anywhere. We don’t live close enough to anything to go walking, plus the fact that we have no sidewalks on these older side roads, and it has been too cold to play outdoors. I’ve been keeping the fireplace stoked with hot coals, and been trying to work on different at-home projects and my Christmas cards while trying to keep the kids from beating on each other. The Munchkin’s cold is pretty much gone, and Tad’s is improving, but he still has a snotty nose. It’s that time of year.

Anyway, Tad did the most disgusting thing possible yesterday. The Munchkin has been insistent about using the potty by herself – to the point of kicking me out and telling me, “Mommy, I need some privacy.” The same request for privacy does not yet apply to Mommy’s use of the bathroom, but I digress. The downside of her using the potty alone means that she tries to wipe after herself, which usually means large amounts of toliet paper in the bowl and little wiping actually accomplished.

So, yesterday she had stuffed a rather large amount in the toliet and flushed it – and naturally, it got clogged. So I grabbed the plunger, which sits in the corner behind the toliet, and worked away until everything was working properly again. I then left the Munchkin to wash up while I got her some panties – this was first thing in the morning.

I came back to find Tad holding the wet plunger and licking the rubber.

I yelled. My son’s hands, face and mouth got acquainted with hot water and a bar of Ivory soap real quick. Once he was cleaned up and dried off, the monkey tried to go back and pick up the stupid plunger AGAIN. I barked at him, and he froze in his tracks. Then I got the Munchkin washed up and dressed, and escorted both kids out of the bathroom and closed the door behind me, all the while thinking, “EWWWWW…”

Even now, it grosses me out.

Can anyone beat that one?

And please start praying that the weather warms up enough that the ice melts and we can leave the house. PLEASE. We’re watching way too much TV. Send help. Send a sled and a team of dogs – anything!

This entry was posted on Wednesday, November 29th, 2006 at 3:22 am and is filed under Children.
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