First of all we had a babysitter last night. Super cute girl and I really like her. But... I forgot that teenagers have no common sense. When we got back She told us, "Wow! Ben and Chase drink a ton of juice! They kept asking for it and so I kept giving it to them and they would drink all of it every time. And then we ran out of juice, so I found some more in your freezer and made some more because they were still asking for it." For real? It's true... Ben and Chase will drink gallons of Juice if I let them. But I don't let them! I usually water down their juice a ton and give it to them maybe twice a day. And by the way... the thing of juice that was in the fridge when we left on our date was almost full. I remember when I was a teenager and I thought I was so smart and so mature. I realize now that I wasn't and I wonder if I ever did something this dumb whenever I babysat.
Anyways... I knew they were both going to wet the bed... Chase probably go through his diaper. And yes they did... twice. last night at 1:00 in the morning I hear Ben crying and he was soaked. I got him cleaned up in dry clothes and had him go pee in the potty (he probably peed for a minute straight... sorry for the details) and got clean sheets on the bed. I thought he would probably be okay in the morning. Then at 1:45 in the morning right after I had started to fall asleep after cleaning up Ben, Chase is crying. He had gone through his diaper and was soaking wet. I got him all cleaned up and I thought... okay... good to go.
Then... Back to 8:00 this morning... I got up and went into their room and first realized that Ben had soaked his sheets... great. Then I see Chase is standing up in his crib and he had taken off his diaper. Oh no! Oh yes... there was poop on every article in the crib including the build-a-bear that mimi got Ben (sorry Mimi). I mean seriously! This again! Ulhgh! No more poop please! Plus Boyd is at work (even though it's Saturday). Maybe after reading this he'll be glad he's at work and missed the clean up session.
So yeah... I just finished giving them showers, cleaning it up, and starting the wash. I have a ton of blankets, sheets, and stuffed animals in the wash right now. And then I came and wrote this to help me calm down before I even got Ben and Chase breakfast. It's helped and sorry for grossing you out. Anyways... on to the rest of the day. Hopefully I'll go to the Relief Society Broadcast tonight and it will be awesome!
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ha! Reminds me of the time that Megan drew on the walls with her poop from her crib.
ewww! Dang, that is a lot of juice! Teens aren't always the sharpest crayons in the box. I remember when I was babysitting in Florida (I was like 12), I found a box of cherry Toaster Strudels in the freezer. They were my favorite, and my mom never bought them for us. The lady I was sitting for told me, "Help yourself to the fridge and pantry," so I figured that it would be okay if I had one. And a second. And a third. And the rest of the box! I thought she would never notice :) In retrospect, I know exactly what is in my fridge now, so of course she noticed! I wonder what she thought of her babysitter eating an entire box of Toaster Strudels!
Hope your day is better!
Ah teenagers. We were so smart, come on Kathryn! :)
I recommend duct taping the diaper. Best. thing. ever. :)
Sorry about the poop. (I cleaned up a poopy bed last night too...but it was just baby yellow poop. Not so bad...) :)
That totally stinks...literally! I HATE being woken up in the middle of the night for bed cleaning activities (i.e. pee, puke, etc.) and I HATE (even more) cleaning up POOP! It has a way of getting on everything and is the most disgusting thing ever. I hope the rest of your weekend is better for you and that you don't give up on date nights in the future!
uh, i know this all too well. vienna had picked out the raisins in her poop and they were scattered everywhere!...oh, and she had poop smears by her mouth, probably meaning she tried to re-eat them...ughh.
I love a good poop story in the morning!
Poop doesn't bother me, unless I'm eating and Trapper tries to describe, to me, their last poopy diaper. Not a fan.
I'm so sorry that happened. That totally stinks that Boyd wasn't there either. If that was me, I would've been cursing Trapper at that moment for leaving me to clean up the mess. Well, if anything, these stories will be perfect for blackmail when they get older.
Wow! I am so sorry! Maybe someday your babysitter will have a couple of kids and her babysitter will pump them full of juice. I'm sure she'll think back to you and want to apologize a million times over.
Yucky. And amusing, I admit, though I do feel your pain. I'm not laughing at the poop or pee or marathon laundry, I'm laughing at
"Wow! Ben and Chase drink a ton of juice! They kept asking for it and so I kept giving it to them and they would drink all of it every time. And then we ran out of juice, so I found some more in your freezer and made some more because they were still asking for it."
Hahahahaha! IIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiidiot.
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