2.5 years ago, just after our first child, I created a thread called "Parenting: the Hard Times". It was a tiny little comical glimpse of what all first time parents run into. Heres the link, some of you will remember it most never saw it I'm sure.
https://www.svtperformance.com/forums/threads/parenting-the-hard-times.1031438/
Fast forward to today, we now are parents of 2 and we still have the cat. So I'd like to share with you something that happened this past Friday that was almost enough to break a man.
Started out like any normal day, get up, get the kids ready to go to my parents, go to work. After work I took my buddy out for his birthday. Getting home later than I should have I was lucky that Mom and my sister had brought the kids home instead of me having to go get them. Everything seemed like it was going to be a normal Friday night around here, then things started to crumble...
I walk in from the garage into the downstairs of the house first thing I notice is our cat absolutely obliterated the liter box. I keep the box in the half bath down stairs to contain some of the excitement but it didn't matter cause that tiny room wasn't enough to hold a demon spawn that my cat just laid, looked like a double homicide, smelled worse. The Masters room took a lot of the force as well, I think my shiplap is peeling off. (The Masters room is in reference to the room I remodeled after my favorite sporting event, the Masters).
As I walked up stairs I could hear the kids playing with Sister and Mom, I remembered that my little girl had an accident in the bed this morning so went straight in to start changing the sheets. Well sweet Eleanor (the cat) decides she wants to puke a couple times in the carpet right in front of me, which only surprises me because she hasn't ate anything yet, so your guess is as good as mine as to what she's puking up, but it sounded like a monkey was giving the Heimlich maneuver to a whoopy cushion, also doesn't smell much better....
Walking back into the living room I notice, you guessed it, another smell, if you could call it that. It was more like swamp gas. Both kids had completely destroyed their diapers. I grabbed Enzo (my Son) and my poor Mom grabbed my daughter. To my knowledge at the moment Mom was getting the raw end of the deal cause my daughter had ate about 4600 blueberries and they are a little rough on her stomach sometimes. I finished up Enzo faster than I should have keeping in mind of the mess in the bedroom and downstairs that I still had to tend to, that was my first mistake, never divert your attention away from a 9 month old and his poop. He somehow grabbed a little bit with his fingers and attached it to his hair without me noticing.
As we are walking back to the bedroom, the radiation level in the house now is enough to shame Chernobyl and it's then that I see the look on my Moms face, the look you see in horror movies when somebody is about to get decapitated, as she points out Enzo has a dingleberry swinging from his forehead, bouncing around like bugs bunny on mars, and I couldn't catch it. Mom finally trapped it with some tissue and I gagged a little thinking about how many times it had hit me and I didn't even know it. As things calmed down my Wife pulls in from work. She was the real winner in today's game.
Until next time..
https://www.svtperformance.com/forums/threads/parenting-the-hard-times.1031438/
Fast forward to today, we now are parents of 2 and we still have the cat. So I'd like to share with you something that happened this past Friday that was almost enough to break a man.
Started out like any normal day, get up, get the kids ready to go to my parents, go to work. After work I took my buddy out for his birthday. Getting home later than I should have I was lucky that Mom and my sister had brought the kids home instead of me having to go get them. Everything seemed like it was going to be a normal Friday night around here, then things started to crumble...
I walk in from the garage into the downstairs of the house first thing I notice is our cat absolutely obliterated the liter box. I keep the box in the half bath down stairs to contain some of the excitement but it didn't matter cause that tiny room wasn't enough to hold a demon spawn that my cat just laid, looked like a double homicide, smelled worse. The Masters room took a lot of the force as well, I think my shiplap is peeling off. (The Masters room is in reference to the room I remodeled after my favorite sporting event, the Masters).
As I walked up stairs I could hear the kids playing with Sister and Mom, I remembered that my little girl had an accident in the bed this morning so went straight in to start changing the sheets. Well sweet Eleanor (the cat) decides she wants to puke a couple times in the carpet right in front of me, which only surprises me because she hasn't ate anything yet, so your guess is as good as mine as to what she's puking up, but it sounded like a monkey was giving the Heimlich maneuver to a whoopy cushion, also doesn't smell much better....
Walking back into the living room I notice, you guessed it, another smell, if you could call it that. It was more like swamp gas. Both kids had completely destroyed their diapers. I grabbed Enzo (my Son) and my poor Mom grabbed my daughter. To my knowledge at the moment Mom was getting the raw end of the deal cause my daughter had ate about 4600 blueberries and they are a little rough on her stomach sometimes. I finished up Enzo faster than I should have keeping in mind of the mess in the bedroom and downstairs that I still had to tend to, that was my first mistake, never divert your attention away from a 9 month old and his poop. He somehow grabbed a little bit with his fingers and attached it to his hair without me noticing.
As we are walking back to the bedroom, the radiation level in the house now is enough to shame Chernobyl and it's then that I see the look on my Moms face, the look you see in horror movies when somebody is about to get decapitated, as she points out Enzo has a dingleberry swinging from his forehead, bouncing around like bugs bunny on mars, and I couldn't catch it. Mom finally trapped it with some tissue and I gagged a little thinking about how many times it had hit me and I didn't even know it. As things calmed down my Wife pulls in from work. She was the real winner in today's game.
Until next time..
