Despite my level of extreme exhaustion, my mom convinced me to go out and vote today. We were all set to go. I managed to finagle Ari into the stroller after he danced around a tree that resides outside our building. We began to walk to the voting polls, and all at once I turned to my mom and said "Do you smell something?"
"No," she replied "Do you?"
"Yes, " I said tentatively "It smells like...dog shit!" I looked down at the stroller and my suspicions were confirmed. The area of the stroller where Ari rests his feet was covered in dog shit and so were the bottom of his sneakers as well as his jeans.
I wanted to cry.
So we did an immediate U-turn. I tried to come up with a plan for how to rectify this situation. First I called my dad to see if Ari had extra shoes downstairs. Hearing the urgency in my voice, he immediately came up stairs to see what was going on.
"I'll go hose down the shoe and the stroller." I said to my mom.
"No, no!" My mom said "Dad and I will deal with this. You're pregnant. You don't need to be touching dog shit."
"Um...okay." I said feeling insanely guilty. Once again i wanted to cry.
"I wanna go upstairs and see Egreck!" Said Ari
"I'll get him upstairs and give him a bath." I said to my mom, the tears already starting. I just wanted to vote, but at this point I was emotionally exhausted.
When I got Ari upstairs, I told him he had to take a bath.
He screamed "I don't wanna take a bath!" I managed to get him into the bath and then I started crying. Wil heard me and came in immediately.
"What's wrong?" He asked
I told him the whole story and he rubbed my back.
"Did you step in dog poop?" He asked Ari
"Yeah!" Said Ari proudly.
Needless to say, I didn't get to vote.
Aw man! I'm so sorry that happened, that is the worst. I hate when I'm all ready to go, drag tons of crap downstairs and then realize I have to lug it all back up and change my plans. Could you leave Ari with your pops and go with your mom to vote?
ReplyDeleteWe vote by mail here in Oregon. It's rather boring, but I guess convenient in some ways. Feel better hon!
This reminds me of when Grace discovered how to open her diaper. She had woken up early one morning without a single peep. When I woke up I found her in her crib with the biggest happiest smile ever, and she was completely covered in shit, her crib and walls were covered in shit. I looked at Mike and simply asked him "Baby or Bed" I got stuck scrubbing it off the walls while Mike bathed her. I wanted to cry, laugh, and scream all at the same time. I was 45 minutes late meeting my friend that morning for some much needed grown up time.
ReplyDeleteIt sucks but it is just one little reminder that shit happens. There is still time to get to the polls!
MentalMom- That sounds awful! Shit happens I suppose. Oy gavolt! Scrubbing it off the walls.
ReplyDeleteAmanda- Yeah, I hate it too! I was so ready to go! BOO! I think I have to let someone watch him while I get to the polls.
Thanks ladies!