Tell me your story
OK. So my computer is still off at the computer hospital and I am being forced to beg, borrow, and steal computer time from the other seven people who live in this house. And you know what? It’s sometimes hard to do. Those stingies. I say that in love, I really, really do.
Anyway, I logged in today and saw in my dashboard another blog had found my poop story. You know, the fairly famous one. If you are not sure which story I am referring to then follow the link. Go ahead. I’ll wait. You need to read it.
Did you do it. Did you laugh? Did you cry? Did you spit your coke/coffee/water all over your computer screen? Did you pee your pants? Well, it’s OK if you did. I can take it. I am a big girl, all growed up and I don’t mind you laughing at with me. Not one bit. Not at all.
So, now that you know my Mama’s Had a Bad Day story, what’s yours. I want to know it. Truly I do. As a matter of fact I want to know it so badly that I am going to give away a $25.00 (twenty-five dollar) Amazon.com gift certificate if you share your story with me.
Here’s the rules:
- You must leave a comment with
- your Mama’s Had a Bad Day story or
- a link to your Mama’s Had a Bad Day story or
- a link to your favorite Mama’s Had a Bad Day story if you really don’t have one of your own (you know, I’m not gonna isolate the non-moms out there).
- If you would like a second entry you must
- post on your blog about this contest and link to it in your post about this
contestdrawing. (In other words, tell others and link here.) or - come back here and leave a second comment (or link) to the post about the contest.
- The entries must be posted by (comments will close) midnight Thursday, July 31st, 2008.
So in short, you get one entry for sharing your story and another for blogging the contest and linking back here.
The winner will be announced on Friday, August 1st, 2008.
I did read the story–and laughed and cried–well, no, not really. I just laughed, sorry. I kept thinking how scary and frustrating it much have been at the time, but I still laughed. Especially picturing how you were dressed when you answered the door.
So, my story–or a couple, because I don’t have one that comes even close. And my two daughters are now grown, and believe it or not, you tend to forget some of those as time passes.
I told you my mother’s worst day over on the comment for your worst day. But I could add that she also found me very contentedly playing with the Vaseline, the Babbo (like Comet) and one of her upholstered dining room chairs. I must have liked the texture of rubbing the cleanser into the vaseline on the upholstery because I was apparently quite delighted with the whole effect. (And she never did get it completely cleaned, so that chair story was a constant reminder whenever either of us looked at it.) It just confirmed for my mother that she had made the right choice in putting away her oil paints so I couldn’t get into them. Now that would have been fun.
My older daughter: Sarah was premature, on a bottle and was sometimes constipated, even as an infant. The doctor said to give her a little prune juice (she was at least 4 months old by then). So I did, and nothing. So I gave her a little more. Well, it finally worked. Talk about an explosion. The only good thing was that we had set up a changing table in the laundry room in the basement which was next to the family room, and that’s where we had an explosion to rival Mount St. Helen’s. But because of the prune juice, it had liquified and went quite a distance. Luckily, there really wasn’t anything in the way and just linolium on the floor. But I felt like such a horrible mother, thinking how awful that must have felt for her. Oh, and she was the same child who sometime did the projectile vomiting thing when I burped her. Not often, but often enough that I was careful not to look in her face anymore–being hit at close range once was enough.
Youngest daughter: Laura was much easier, partly because I was ready for things from the first daughter. And consequently, not much happened with her. There was only the one time when I had put her down for a nap–she must have been around 18 month or 2. She had already moved into a regular bed because she kept crawling out of the crib. She was taking a really long nap so I checked on her and opened the door to a misty looking bedroom. She had found the baby powder, managed to open it and was shaking it all over herself and the entire room. So the air was full of it as well. The brown carpeting was mostly white around her and she just smiled in that innocent way only a small child can when they don’t really know they’ve done something wrong.
There were other times that Laura found unique ways to entertain herself, though none were quite as messy as the baby powder.
Pat
Pat (Eeyore)s last blog post..THANKS
I’ll have to think about it. I know my worst day, but it’s not funny at all, so I’ll have to think of one that can be looked back on with laughter. I just had to post though because that poop story is HIL.AR.I.OUS. I was already laughing plenty (7yo dd had to come ask what was so funny) and then you threw in what you were wearing. I lost it. Thanks. I really needed it.
Oh man, I totally laughed until I almost cried. I can’t remember how I found your story… Some late night blog-crawling, I reckon.
So here’s my story– but not nearly as funny as yours :)
http://theforsheyfour.blogspot.com/2008/07/mamas-bad-day.html9
BTW, I loove smocking! Cool to find someone else that enjoys this lost art. I’ll definitely be adding you to my reader-log-thingy…
Elisas last blog post..Mama’s Bad Day
Well, now that I’ve read your story, I can see why it’s become famous! Oh, my goodness. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry for you. I’ve had a few nursing incidents with my two, and I’ve had poop incidents, and throwing-up-in-Barnes-and-Noble disasters, but nothing that involved so many things at once, and never a fire. I’m not sure anything could top that!
I told a story on my blog recently about walking around a home show all day without realizing I had chocolate on my pants, which seemed embarrassing until I heard what happened to YOU:
http://hookedonhouses.wordpress.com/2008/05/14/normandy-manor-the-levine-house/
Thanks! -Julia
P.S. I’m giving away an Amazon gift card for the bloggy carnival, too. You’ll have to stop by and enter–maybe you’ll win and come out even! :-)
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I’ve been racking my brain, trying to think back that long ago – my children are 37 & 34. Actually the time I was thinking about was when I was a child. My mom, I, and my brother, who was a baby, were staying at my grandma’s house, while my dad was out to sea. My brother should have been waking up from his nap – but we hadn’t heard any noise – so mom took a peek. Ugh!! My brother was sitting up in his crib – covered with poop and he was eating it. Of course, since I was a kid – it was totally gross to me – or was it cool!!!
I’m sorry, but I chuckled over that post! I honestly don’t think I have a story that will come anywhere close to your bad day. The only thing I can think of is when I was living in Florida & my now 6 yr old was 4 months old. I was living with my Mom for a short period of time, as my DH & I were having a little trouble & split for a few months. My mind was foggy for those few months & it was hard to remember everything. My Mom has an alarm system & I never had a problem remembering the code before. But this one day, after working all day, picking the baby up at day care & all that was going on with my DH, I totally forgot the code. The seconds were counting down & I was freaking out. Yeah, time ran out & the alarm went off. That thing was loud! I’m surprised the baby wasn’t screaming, she just clung to me & buried her head in my shoulder. I tried to call my Mom, but the phones shut down when the alarm went off. I had to go outside because it was so loud. The neighbors were all coming out of their homes. Finally, the phones unlocked & I got in touch with my Mom & got the alarm off. About 20 mins later, the police showed up. He said, “you don’t look like a burglar.” You think!? He took my name & number & told me to be careful & left. I had a bad headache after that!
Why do all of the bad days revolve around poop?
When my son was just a couple of months old, we were visiting my parents and siblings their spouses and kids (I come from a large family). We were getting ready to go home, and decided to change the baby before loading up in the car. So I proceed to change him (in the front room) I didn’t want to miss any conversation and there were kids all around so I didn’t think anything of it. I got the diaper off and was just about about to put the new one on when the boy let loose. If you haven’t ever seen projectile poop, let me just tell you it isn’t fun. My son, showing he was a true boy, let loose and shot poop about six feet. Luckily I’m the only one he hit! I suppose it could have been worse.
My mama’s had a bad day story starts with a 2 year old vs a 22 year old. Ok so I am sitting on my computer in the living room (we lived in a small apartment) when I hear a great clatter in the kitchen I go out and she’s taken ALL of my pots/pans/cookie sheets out of the cupboards and is looking towards the fridge. I get that cleaned up and go out to the living room. She got a sharpie wrote on her table, the walls, our brand new tv, and herself. By that time I wanted to beat my head against the desk, so I grab all of the stuff to clean it up. When that was done, she had pee’d all over the couch. Finally we got her settled, in a pull up and ready for a nap. The sharpie didn’t fade for awhile.
wow i love to tell you my mom had a bad day story but cant think of one now but well your then welcome to read my blog thanks and ys i love to try and win this so please enter me thanks
Oh my, now that’s a bad day!
My wost day involved exploding poop, no power, and a heatwave. It was pretty, or nice smelling. LOL I wrote about it last year here.