Shit Happens

The things we do for love and the funny ways that love clicks with our little guy.

Earlier this week, I walked into T’s room and it smelled rancid, like the room had been fertilized.

After sniffing around, I found the culprit: T had an accident and the soiled pants were in his hamper.

Thankfully, these accidents are rare. Unfortunately, because I was unlucky guy who stumbled upon it first, not the hubby, I had to clean it up.

As parents, we put up with a lot of shit in the name of love – but this was taking the analogy too far.

It reminded me of when I was younger and still lived with my parents. Pa was in his 80s and was having issues with making it to the bathroom.

One night, he didn’t quite make it in time and he started freaking out.

Being younger at the time, I thought, “Oh hell no.”

I shut off my lights and went to bed. Poor Ma had to clean it up. I only got up discretely to cover the crack under my door with towels because the stench was coming into my room. 😂

I thought with amusement about that moment as I cleaned T’s pants and underwear, scrubbing them under our bathroom tap.

It was unpleasant but I didn’t die. The last seven years of being his parent have desensitized me to certain things, like poop.

T walked in and when he realized what I was doing, he was horrified and mortified.

“That’s disgusting!” He said.

I told him this shows just how much I love him. “I love you so much I’m cleaning up your poop with my hands!”

It was one of those rare moments when T was caught speechless. But it only lasted a moment before he went out.

I made a note to get him back one day. It may take decades of patient plotting, and lots of Metamucil, but I’ll get him good one day.

During bath time that evening, I lied down on our bed, which was diagonal from our bathroom.

Before he stepped into our shower, he poked his head out and said sweetly, “I love you.”

19 thoughts on “Shit Happens

  1. I would have thrown the pants and underwear straight into the garbage!! That’s too funny about how you covered the crack under your door with towels when you were younger to block out the smell!! It’s too bad we can’t do that as adults anymore, but like you said, I’m sure we’ll have our moments when we’re older! Karma!

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    1. Yes, for sure, the joys of maturity in adulthood and return to immaturity in our old age. 😆 Hope you’re having a good week so far. 19 days till Christmas!

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  2. This made me laugh( the part about when u were younger). And made my heart full. Ts ability to recall what he saw you doing earlier and then come out and say he loves you? That is so great! You are better than me, I would have just thrown the pants out lol

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    1. Thanks Rebecca. Oh I thought about just throwing them out but I wanted to make it a teachable moment for T and myself. We’re pretty lucky with T. He has a pretty incredible memory, which I know is uncharacteristic for FASD. So a blessing for sure. Except when he brings up the bad or embarrassing ones at the worst moments!

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  3. Oh the things we do for the love of our children without thinking twice about it.
    I had a similar incident with one of my children when they were 16, yes 16 yrs old at the time & very sick. To this day, I still get thanked for cleaning poop as I giggle with the reminder that one days the roles may be reversed 🙂.
    I’m certain T has & will continue to have moments where his parents have shown him love in unexpected ways. God bless your family Ab!

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  4. Oh my goodness – you are funny from title to last sentence. Yes, it’s amazing how desensitized we get to this stuff. And how loves shines through! Thanks for sharing the great and shitty moments so we can all laugh and cheer!

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