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
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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…
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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
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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.
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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.
I’m not saying this happened to me…
But never take a baby you are weaning off the breast to walmart to shop and wear a semi-low cut shirt. Because that baby will wait til you are in a TOTALLY full check out line. She will then pull down your shirt, taking your bra with it. And shout very loudly.”I want boobie,mama!”
Because if your like me, you will leave the cart where it is at and leave. Not that this happened to me, mind you.
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Yes, bad day for sure.
Mine has nothing to do with poop, but it was bad.
Very bad. But too funny not to tell.
Here the’s true story of my humiliation:
http://mygardenhat.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-not-enter.html
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My worst Mama’s Had a Bad Day Story? Probably when my oldest was two. She was playing on the front porch while my ex husband was watching her and working on the car in the driveway. I was inside baking. After about 30 min., she comes screaming into the house, tears rolling down her cheeks, tracking blood everywhere. It appeared to be coming from her foot, so I ran water on her foot to clear off the blood, and discovered that her nail was black and bleeding from underneath. I almost puked, but got it together, and cleaned and bandaged the wound. I picked her up and went outside to ask my ex what happened to her, and he said she’d dropped a crowbar on her foot. By this point, she was calm, and not crying, and the bleeding had dried up, so we went back inside to play. I left the room to go into the kitchen and pull the baking out of the oven, and she comes toddling in, with something black in her hand…, yes, it was her toenail. That was the second time that day I almost puked. Thankfully, she healed up fine, and her toenail grew back 2 years later.
ok… here is a link to mine. it JUST happened… It contains Crazy people, Pee, Chocolate and Bugs… http://mistywagner.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-only-id-read-brochure.html
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My worst story was when I was 28 weeks pregnant with my first son. I was on a flight to New York and we were in descent. I was feeling pretty nauseated and all it took was hearing someone behind me losing their breakfast. I only had about 5 seconds to act when I knew I was going to lose it. The seat belt sign was on so I couldn’t get to the bathroom and had I done that I would have sprayed everyone along the way. I searched frantically in the seat pocket in front of me but no barf bag!!!!
Of course I do the silly thing of putting my hands to my mouth, as if I thought I could “catch it”???? It mostly ended up on me and on my purse but did spray the guy next to me and a person in front of me a little bit. The guy next to me was awesome. Super understanding and we even later shared a cab. The couple in front of me just went on and on about it. “We’ll never get that smell out. We’ll have to throw it away. What a horrible way to start our trip. I can’t believe it.” Referring to a jacket. (It was only a few drops) Here I am with my big pregnant belly, covered in vomit, you would think they would have had a little sympathy.
I felt horrible. Thankfully I hadn’t eaten all that much that morning or it could have been much worse. :)
When we landed we ended up waiting about 20 minutes on the runway. It got pretty stuffy so pretty stinky. I got the evil eye from some and a sympathic look from others. I was mortified!
I don’t have a story anything like that! I’m not a Mom yet.
With such a bad day like that, I think most days will look pretty damn good from now on. I hope they are for you anyway.
This was a bad day.
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OMGoodness the “poop” story is just too funny!
My worst day would have be one of the times I substituted(hehe-I said tuted) at the beans school
I have known about this day for a week now, at first I was like, “sure I’d Love to”. As Feb 1st drew near, I started second guessing my decision. When I woke this morning I found myself wishing the schools would be closed for a snow day,maybe I would have a flat tire,pink eye is always good, or a big ol asteroid would fall from the sky, stopping time itself, anything, Please God help me out here. Ya see I am adicted to this blogging thing(Thanks J&K) and I realllly wanted to stay home with my life-size poster of gaylord and blog my lil heart out- No such luck!
I haven’t really worked much at the school this semester,but the few times I have, have been nothing short of glorious-even scored a 5th hour plan(which means you are off from 11:17-1:01-woohooo was that ever nice)
So I gather up the beans and head to school for another glorious day of subbing-or so I thought!
I was “suppose” to have 2nd hour plan-not bad, but, NOT a 5th hour plan time. As soon as I check in I am told “we are gonna have to pull you, to, fill-in 2nd hour, for art- we are 6 teachers down today”-WHAT? NO plan time? No free time? No break? Can I pee today, please…. Huh? Excuse me….Lord, if you can hear me-Please send that asteroid now!
By the end of first hour I was wishing I had brought a flask to school for a lil nip here n there…Hey so I got flipped off-no biggie right? If that’s all they got then I say bring it on! I shouldn’t have even thought those thoughts!
By the end of 2nd hour(my oh so needed plan time-that I wasn’t deemed worthy enough to recieve) I came to the conclusion that either the art room has a very funky smell OR the boy beans in this class smell, and I mean smell reallll bad! Do these beans not shower??? So now, not only am I need of that flask, but a nose plug is in order-I sip my water pretending it’s vodka!
3rd hour was a lil bit easier-maybe it’s because at this point I am actually believing my water IS Vodka! With every sip I can see my life-size gaylord poster and he is calling to me…Or maybe it’s because I realize God isnt sending that astroid I prayed for. I thank Gaylord for getting me through 3rd hour.
4th hour I am really getting the hang of this-give the beans a test,don’t get to close to the boy beans-they are smelly, then pop in a movie of the Oklahoma Land Rush-Oh you brought your ipods and you wanna listen to music? Sure-just be quiet Ok? I am liking this fantasy I got going on here! Plus I realllly gotta pee…and now I am thinking a flask wouldn’t cut it-I need the whole darn bottle.
My day really started going downhill by 5th hour-I realized at this point, that I have gotten accustomed to a few things this week. Like this blog,hanging with my life-sized gaylord poster,visiting the park,yanno all the important stuff. 10 mins into my 5th hour a fight breaks out, and in my attempt to break it up(I mean, I have 3 beans, I am use to breaking up fights-right?) I get slugged right in the face,a desk is thrown on top of me and I am stepped on, because:
1)Thats how I roll(and I do mean roll, like fetal position)
2)These beans DO NOT listen to me like my beans do!
3)My reaction-reflexes must be slow due to the fact I invisioned my H2O was in fact Vodka
4)I can’t think of a 4th…
Thank the Good Lord a teacher(who was fortunate enough to get HER plan time) passed by and heard the commotion and came to my rescue-Oh I am forever in her debt! Ya wanna know what I realized? Of course you do….you’ve read this far haven’t you? When a fight breaks out, these beans cheer the fightee’s on-yep they do! They do not at any point stop and think or say “Hey sub down!” “hey guys you just hit a sub/teacher” “hey guys you just threw a desk on the sub/teacher” etc….NOPE they cheer and they cheer loudly! Luckily word travels fast at the beans school and there were many teachers to aide in stopping this fight and help me out of my fetal position-my neatly pulled up hair now looked like I had stuck my finger in a light socket,my leg hurt from where the desk hit me and my cheek was throbbing-one other thing I realized, those boy beans can hit hard and they are “equal opportunity hitters” it dont matter your race, color, religion, sex, or national origin. If you are in their way, you are fair game….
I am promptly escorted to the principles office(geesh I haven’t been in the principles office since my own middle school days) I was scared and I was shaking and I so wish this school was a BAR! I was fussed over, I was offered water,the school nurse came to check me out,the halls were alive with… did you hear oldest bean & middle beans mom was in a fight…I was a hero, I was a legend! I needed a drink! I was offered the rest of the day off-with pay even…yep I was…but all I could see (besides gaylords life size poster) was my 2 beans faces-heck my deoderant even says “Never let em see you sweat” I declined, I am NO quitter, plus the day was just getting good-I had to hold my head up high, for my sake and the beans!
Needless to say 6th & 7th hours were relatively boring compared to 5th hour,prolly cause I had a chaperone-I am a lil sore,a lil embaressed and already hitting the wine and I don’t expect to stop for several hours!
And the Barvarian said I need to get out more….see what happens when I get out????
My confession for today: You know you’ve had a bad day when you start thinkin your water is vodka
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It’s so sweet of you to ask. This is the link, but it has an even nastier update.
http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-i-had-bad-day.html
Now the freaking hospital has made a mistake and sent our account to collections. We have been paying every month! So I called and got them to “take it back” but apparently they forgot to tell the collections people. So before, I owed $428 and now I owe BOTH the hospital AND the collections agency $428. Those dopes. They better get their crap together.
And (I’m sorry that it happened BUT) that was such a good story! I’m trying to imagine the sheriff smelling your baby! LOL.
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Here is one of the many worst moments with the Boxer Babes. But so far, the best moments outweight the worst!
http://rainydaydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/aint-she-sweet.html
I feel your pain with the computer on the blink. Mine is too. Luckily it has only made this bloggy giveaway an ALL DAY ORDEAL so far… ;) (as opposed to a two or three day ordeal, you know, look on the bright side.)
Ohhhh, about the bad mommy days…. Well you really don’t want to know about my bad mommy days. They involved bugs. EWWW! ;) And they weren’t funny… Or maybe that’s just because *I’m* not funny… :-p
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Here is a link to my Mama’s had a bad day. It ranks up there with the day my darling daughter pooped on the floor (during naked time) and then played in it and ate it. Yeah, that was one of the reaally bad ones ;)
http://prairiemama.wordpress.com/2008/04/16/one-of-those-days/
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Mine involves poop too. I had put my daughter down for a nap (she was about a year and a half old). She was a little restless and I could hear her in the crib playing. No big deal. Then I heard her calling me, but I wanted her to go to sleep so I didn’t go in there. No big deal. After about a half an hour she started to cry and call for me so I went in there. And realized that I should have gone in a half hour ago. She had taken off her diaper and then pooped and didn’t like poop in her bed (go figure) so scooped it up with her hands and threw it out of the bed. But then she had it on her hands so she wiped it on the crib. And the walls. And at some point she stepped in it because there were actual poop footprints all over the mattress. Big mess, lots of cleaning, and no nap that day at all. Very big deal.
Here is the link to a crappy day of mine:
http://mrsjuicebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-crappy-day.html
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My bad day, unfortunately, was mother’s day. My 4 year old DD was very jealous of the attention i was getting and was throwing tantrums all day. I then found out the next morning that in her frustration and anger, she had scribbled all over one of the walls in our house. My own very personalized mother’s day card!
How about the very DAY we bought a new white couch, my daughter drew all over it with a blue ballpoint pen. And while I was desperately scrubbing it with hairspray and a washcloth, she drew all over the matching white loveseat right behind me. THAT was a bad day. I have to say that I laughed at your story-glad you can laugh now. I would have cried if it had been me, too. Lately, my newly potty-trained daughter has saying that her poop is going to “be with it’s family” as she flushes the toilet in a satisfied manner. What?
Okay, I laughed, particularly at the end. But I winced the rest of the way through.
My worst day as a Mamma actually doesn’t involve my children, but it does involve my husband. I was mad, real mad about somehing - though now I can’t remember the details. What I do remember is screaming and crying hysterically while stabbing the back of the couch with a fork. :( - very unlike me. But it is now a running joke between DH and I :).
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I’m not actually a mom so I don’t know if this counts… but my mom hair day story is that when I was five I chopped off one of my ponytails, and my mom had to fix my hair. Beautiful.
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well not my worst day ever…but started bad and ended up (mostly ok)
http://raptorrecords.blogspot.com/2008/07/crappy-day.html
that poop story takes the cake though!
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One time, one of my kids was ill and had the flu poop, mamas, you know what that is, he was about 12 months or so at the time. Well on the way home from the Dr. office, he had quite the explosion in the backseat in his carseat, and by the time I had gotten home, it was in his hair, his face, the car seat, you can imagine the rest:)
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I can’t top that story! In humor or tears, lol. But I do have some nasty stuff on my blog about poop. Lots and lots of poop stories.
One day my youngest child’s dipears started smelling like dead fish. Seriously. Dead FISH. It was driving us all crazy, the smell was so nasty.
I wracked my brain trying to figure out what could have caused that. I hadn’t eaten tuna lately, but even if I had, how could that smell come through breast milk??
Then we were playing a game that we had to go around the table saying the worst smell ever and the diaper smell came up. Just as Sam crawled under the table smelling that way.
And suddenly it dawns on me.
Sam crawls around the house. And he makes frequent stops to gnosh on the kitty food. Fish flavored kitty food.
Sure enough, once we cut him off his kitty crack he smelled much more pleasant.
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I have had a lot of those bad day moments. My toddler decided to destroy two of my keyboards for the computer within a few days time. One of them he spilled lemonade in the other he beat on the keys. I bought a new one which he spilled koolaid on.I was all worried because I knew we couldn’t afford a fourth keyboard. Luckily it didn’t destroy this one since it’s spill resistant.
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Mama had a very bad day at jury duty last month!
http://ifonlyihadsuperpowers.blogspot.com/2008/06/teaching-tuesday-my-lessons-learned-in.html
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Alrighty, I’ve got a story for you. Follow this link to my blog–it’ll take you right to the page. Enjoy!
http://nosmallthing.wordpress.com/2008/04/14/boogers-2
Kristen
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Okay! That is one bad day you had there! Think the only bad poop story I can think of is not funny: it involves me walking long distances between a hotel room and a hospital room in Thailand with my husband ill at the hotel and my 15 month old hospitalized with food poisoning. NOT AWESOME! But here is a funny story:
When my first born was 7 weeks old we returned overseas to Laos. The first week there, it was so so hot, and I was trying to be nice and show some friends around the market (I stupidly thought I could play hostess with ease). I stripped the baby to his diaper and he was crying and crying. Out of desperation, I decided to kind of crouch down and nurse him in a stinky alley. A lady saw me and insisted I sit in her CD booth. “Booth” is about 2 feet deep and 8 feet wide with a single stool in it and a vertical display of CD’s behind the stool. So I sit on the stool and try to get my baby to discretely latch on. The Lao lady tries to “help” me by lifting my shirt WAY up to face level so that my whole torso is now uncovered and the would-be nursing boob is hanging there for all to see, because my baby won’t latch on b/c he is at the freak out phase. A semi-circle of Lao people gather around to see what a white boob looks like. I’m sure they were surprised to find that it was, in fact, white. Anyway the baby never latches on, and finally I give up and the CD booth lady picks up the baby, who instantly falls asleep in her arms.
It was pretty stressful at the time but now I think it is funny.
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My worst mom day was probably when I was pregnant. We had to travel an hour to see the OB/GYN and I had “morning” sickness all the time. On this particular day I hadn’t packed a bag to barf in and felt the urge. So I’m warning my husband and he grabs the bag of donuts he purchased earlier. Instead of handing me the bag immediately he decides he needs to save his donuts. So trying to keep myself from puking I wet myself, with no spare clothes, an hour from home and still needing to go to the doctor’s appointment. Bleah! What a day, but nothing as bad as yours!
This isn’t really a story about my worst day, but there was the time when I went out with my husband and we ran into one of his former students & his family. They were chatting it up for a while and then the student’s mom looked at me and said, “Oh, Mr. S - is this your daughter?” Oh - MY- GOSH! I mean, I look young, but DH doesn’t look OLD! We’re the same age!!!
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Mine was when the two-year-old set our kitchen on fire.
http://worldsgreatestmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/fire-fire-or-how-two-year-old-destroyed.html
I’m so grateful that there are other moments besides these. The sweet moments.
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Well now, I have to say that was a pretty bad day.
Now lets see my bad day…
I had taken part of my family to a halloween party.( 3 of the children and mom and dad) One the way home my toddler sort of burbed
and along with that narly sounding burp came vomit. All over his lap,
all over the carseat and his brother… Well guess what brother did…You guessed it vomited on himself. We are nearing home so we decided to keep going but the smell got to sister and you guessed it
she vomited in a plastic bag that we had in the back seat.. Then just as I round the bend to get to the house.. I have to pull over so dad can vomit. All the while the toddler is wailing.
Once home I took the whole entire car seat with toddler attached into the house and hosed off other son. It was a bad party. lol
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My bad day involved a road trip with my mom in law and my oldest son, who was 2 at the time. We were driving from Ohio to eastern Virginia (my grandma was in the hospital and mom in law volunteered to drive me to see her) and the trip was dreadfully long. My son was very unhappy being cooped up in the car in his carseat.
Being the genius that I am, I pulled out the roadmap and found what appeared to be a shortcut off the main highway. We took it, hoping that it would shave some time off the trip. It couldn’t have been a worse move!
The road was very winding, narrow, and scary! It twisted so much, my son finally threw up all over himself and my mom in law’s backseat. We pulled over to clean him up and almost got creamed by a semi speeding past (did I mention the road was extremely narrow?). He threw up 2 or 3 more times, before the road finally straightened up. I swear, it didn’t look so twisty on the map! It didn’t save us any time either, it took much longer.
When things finally settled for my son, mom in law had to pee. BAD. Like the commercial…..”Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go RIGHT NOW”. Unfortunately, it was a rural country road and there were no gas stations or other businesses to stop at. She was holding it in….I don’t remember what exactly what we were saying, but we were cracking up and it was just awful, because she had to go, but couldn’t stop laughing.
She was about to pull over and go in the bushes, when we finally spotted a gas station. She went in and took care of business I guess, but when she came out her eyes were as big as saucers. She said that their bathroom was out back - an outhouse that she had to traipse through knee high grass to get to!
Guess it’s more of a “Mom-in-Law’s Had a Bad Day” story! Oh and I don’t suggest short cuts anymore.
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My worst day was when my now 7 yr old had heart surgery when she was 18 mths. it was long. she came out fine and ow is a blue belt in karate.
My really bad mama day started off as the best mama day! My boyfriend of 7 years had been unemployed for almost 6 months and had finally found a job. He took me out to dinner to celebrate while my 18 year old sister watched our 2 year old and our new 3 week old baby. On our way home he pulled the car over and proposed to me! Totally wasn’t expecting that since we’ve lived together since our daughter was born. I just assumed there would be no “formal” proposal.
As soon as we get home my sister says that my daughter has diarhea! Ugh… Everytime she went to the bathroom (probably 6 times) it was nothing but liquid! It would leak through the diaper legholes like mad. We even tried double diapering her and it would still soak through the legs! We co-sleep so this was our bed she was ruining. The very first time it leaked on the bed my new fiance took the sheats down to wash and I hear him yelling and swearing. I came down and he tells me, “You’re not going to like this.” The washing machine hose busted and water was pouring out all over the floor of the garage!
All I could do was stand there with my mouth open. It felt like it was some kind of hidden camera show. Our child has the runs, our new baby has diaper blowouts and spit up episodes at least twice a day… We just got engaged… life’s supposed to be happy and perfect now. We ended up exhausting all our clean sheats and putting towels under her spot on the bed. Then the next morning my fiance put our son in his carseat while he was doing something and he had a large diaper blow out! I ended up handwashing his car seat and we took the very stinky sheets to the laundry mat.
It’s totally our luck that something like that would happen. We got $500 for recycling a bunch of scrap wire my fiance brings home from work (he’s an electrician). This was just last Sunday. THIS Saturday night our dryer just died! I went out there and it won’t start. My grandfather, who purchased the dryer, says he thinks it’s at least 20 years old. Guess it was time for it to go.
c/ping from my old blog:
blah I still feel sick. I was sure I had a stomach thing this morning.
As if supergluing myself the other day wasn’t enough. In case you missed it:
“Well my mom came by last night and installed a closet organizer system in my bedroom.
My house is in squalor mode. I am in the midst of numerous projects. Cleaning/sorting/etc. trying to get everything back in the closet or in get rid of bags. I don’t know why I can’t do things like a normal person….ONE THING AT A TIME
So anyway I come across some fake berkenstocks. “Definitely need to go. hmm…they look they need a little work. Trash? but I only wore them a few times…..”
“Oh I know can SUPERGLUE the area where the outer lining has separated and put them in the Goodwill bag. ” rainbow.gif (In hindsight why did I think that was a good idea? )
I go to glue that part back on. The rest of the lining falls off oozing massive amounts of superglue all over my hands. both hands.
Crap.
Did I mention the package says “Bonds Instantly to Skin”?
My fingers are glued in a lovely o.k. sign.
A huge clump of labrador retriever fur ends up stuck to my palm. Niiiiice.
Thus begins googling (or more accurately winzying) to find some remedy to get it off. nail polish remover? Puhleeze! No doesn’t work.
Finally I spread peanut butter all over my hands and let it sit for a while. Got it off w/ that and scrubbing w/ steel wool pads.
Well most of it….”
Yes I am officially a dork.
but what I didn’t add was that The Man broke my blender. Yes the one I got for Christmas. I made lime slushies and he reblended them w/ a spoon in there.
What does this have to do w/ the glue thing above.
Well instead of telling me he cracked the blender container he applied a layer of…you guessed it. Superglue.
So I go to clear off the counter. hmm what is this doing out?
I won’t go into the rest of it. Hand+blender=not good.
The crowning moment of the evening was when I helped Frog w/ her 100 things poster for the 100th day of school. I am sure most of you remember that. You are supposed to find 100 things and glue them or attach them somehow to a poster.
Do I need more glue issues? No I do not.
After several minutes of Frog fooling around w/me trying to explain how to do the project (10 items in each group) I gave up and let her go at it on her own.
She went to “wash her hands”.
Anytime a child says they are going to go wash their hands that is a damned lie.
Wash hands means fill the sink and all bathroom containers w/ a concoction of “potion”. Which is usually the contents of my shampoo or conditioner bottles mixed w/ lotion, toothpaste and whatever they can get their grubby little hands on.
Oh and glitter. No self respecting “princess” would concoct such a potion w/ out a healthy dose of glitter. Preferably sprinkled on every available surface so you will touch it and unsuspectingly wipe it on your face before going out in public.
The finishing touch is toilet paper shoved into the sink drain so no precious potion can escape down it.
This was not her plan though.
I kept thinking it was too quiet and walked in to find Frog still in the hall. Not even in the bathroom.
Braced against the wall, palms against it.
You guessed it…trying to glue herself to the wall.
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Ugh.
My worst day story comes on the heels of my husband starting his 6 month deployment on the USS Dallas. I rolled over in bed and MY WATER BROKE. During horrible, painful contractions I managed to call my son’s occupational therapist to come stay with my two older kids, call my mom to come pick up said kids (she lives 2 hours away), called a cab to the hospital (water gushing out of me this whole time! I was mortified!) and labored painfully for a few hours before receiving a c-setcion…all on my own. Then there was the painful recovery. It. was. horrible. But it all ended well. I have a delicious little 4 month old butterball that I like to nibble on every chance I get. :)
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My story doesn’t have any poop - I got it from the other end. When my son was a toddler, we took him to the drive in theater to see Disney’s Tarzan. He got a little fussy so I gave him a hub and was patting him lightly on his back when he heaved. I had a warm gush down my back and being the brilliant mother I am, I quickly pulled him away only to get sprayed down the front too. We left before the movie was over so we could bathe and change.
The poop story was great!
I’ve had too many to remember, but one was the other day when kids (mine and neighbors) were running in and out of the house, I screwed up a recipe for a party we were attending that night and during try to correct this goof my microwave caught on fire.
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wow! There is no way I can top that! I can’t think of any dramatic worst days to enter. I just had to comment….your story made me laugh!
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Oh my, that was quite the story! I don’t think I could ever top that! Well, I’m a fairly new mom with a 14 month old daughter, and she has actually been a fairly good baby. I think the worst was just last week. She usually has about one poopy diaper a day, but this time it was about 5 or 6. Not diharrea, just poopy. Every time she tooted, it was a poopy diaper. And to top it off she was teething, with all 4 of her molars coming in, and some of her incisers too. The only medicine that really works for her was Motrin, and we were out. Being that we only have one car, I couldn’t run to the store to get any. i had my husband stop on his way home from work, and they were out. So I tried Tylenol and frozen teething rings etc. She was still a huge pill. I couldn’t wait for daddy to get home, and then for her to go to sleep! It was a nightmare. But still, not as bad as your story!
I have no story good enough to stand next to yours, so here is a link to my favourite, at Mommin’ It Up: http://momminitup.com/?p=786
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I read it aloud to my husband and mom.
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My bad day involved an infant in a sling and a toddler in a stroller in a Joann Fabrics store. Said toddler vomited everywhere. I had to place the infant on the FLOOR and clean upl I had to ask for paper towels. Then I had to ask foor a trash can!! I couldn’t wait to get out!
The other day was pretty awful. I had to go pick up haircolor from the beauty supply store and I knew I had 20 min. to make it there before closing. I rushed over and made it 2 min. to closing. The doors were still open and a lady was being helped at the register. The cashier told me “Sorry, we’re closed.” Now I guess I could have stated my case, mentioning I just drove from the next town over to make it in time, and that I never take time for myself, and all I wanted was two little bottles of haircolor but oh well, I let it go. Then I come home only to realize I had put my Starbucks mocha in the freezer to cool and had forgot about it, only to find it a solid frozen chunk of ice. It was not such a great day!
I do hope you get your own computer back very soon. We depend so much on them now that they’re hard to live without and not everyone is generous with sharing time! I am a teacher and this story comes from when my son was in kindergarten. He woke up one morning and said something about how his tummy felt. He just mentioned it once briefly and I thought he was just hungry after sleeping. So I gave him some fruit yogurt for breakfast and dropped him off at his school. He didn’t mention it again so I thought we were OK. I was wrong! Later that morning I got a call from his school. He had thrown up once that morning after eating yogurt for breakfast. Of course I went to get him immediately and was my face ever red! Happily that only happened once!
There is no way I can top that story, but I recently had a rough day trying to get packed up for a recent vacation, by myself while my husband was at work, my 2 year old was making my life difficult. I asked him simple things to do (like find his shoes) so he wouldn’t make more messes before we left or drive me crazy while I was trying to get everything done. We both got into the car crying, but it turned out alright!
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I laughed so hard I almost fell out of my chair. I don’t have anything that holds a candle to your poop story. The worst one I have was when I was changing my newborn son. I was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, and he was laying on the bed. I was changing his wet diaper, when he decided to poop. Like you said, you know the breast milk poop. I was reaching in with the wipe to clean off the pee, and here it comes. He passed gas that in turn blew out said poop. It was on the palm of my hand, it had blown through my fingers and was running down the back of my hand, and was all over my chin and my shirt. I thought my husband would never recover from laughing. He was right there with me, and literally rolled in the floor he laughed so hard. Why couldn’t he have just given me the normal golden shower that little boys are famous for?
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I’m a soon to be mom and i’m sure i’ll have a story soon enough :)
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I can totally relate to the hardships, but that is just an off-the-top hilarious story! You do a wonderful job of recreating the story and I can just imagine the events taking place. I would not want to be a victim of the smell.
One time my apparently bored toddler boy was going outside by our garden and he was picking up every bug he could find and then putting them in the toilet, then returning outside every time! So he does this a few times and then calls ‘mommy!’ . I see the toilet full of bugs and im terrified. Before I could flush it down, he starts grabbing the water and bugs and starts throwing it at me. My god that was just awful! I had to restrain him from throwing more stuff at me.
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Well, this probably wasn’t my WORST day; but one I remember vividly.
Son was in 3rd grade, and had just been accepted to the Gifted Program. Once a week he spent the day with a very small group of kids his age and 1 teacher. They did all kinds of neat things the rest of his class missed out on. This was his first introduction to computers (this was 35+ years ago, Folks, and a computer took up a whole room then); and I never wanted him to miss “Gifted Tuesday”. Well, I became the driver for the 3 gifted kids from his school because I was (1) a stay-at-home mom,
(2) had a car, (3) had a kid in the program, (4) didn’t take a step back fast enough when they were looking for a driver. They always checked in at their regular school; and then I would pick up the group at 9:30 on the corner across the street. This day I had just finished feeding the baby; she had done her usual projectile vomiting; and I had managed clean up the floor; when I realized it was 9:30 and I still had to change myself and get baby into her snowsuit (being Dec.) and the car and get to the school. She chose that time to fill her diaper - I mean REALLY fill it. Hmmmm, choice: let the kids stand on the corner in the cold and be late for their class or just go. So, threw on my clothes, shoved stinky into her snowsuit and left. No makeup, no hair combing, and stinky to boot. I tried to pretend no one could see me inside my car. I’m sure the kids all told their parents that Mrs.______ stinks. When I got home, I had a HUGE mess to clean up on baby AND snowsuit had to go in the wash too.
The day I took my fifth grade son in to intrview with the principle of a private school I wanted him to go to. He was sitting across the dress from this man that was so proper looking. Suit and tie and Southern accent. My son kept sighing LOUDLY. I was giving him the look. All of a sudden my boy throws up across the desk, flooding us all. Now you must understand…He never threw up. I sit there in amazment and the principle gets up and grabs a trashcan. He says, “Oh honey, let me help you.” I finally jump up and take proper mama action. He did get in the school in spite of it all.
Not mine but my husband’s aunt. It’s a poop story! She had her girls down for a nap. They took a “long” nap when she went it to check on them she discovered they wern’t slepping but had removed there diapers and were finger painting each other in poo. She freaked out it was all over the carpet and walls (one of those situations your not really sure were to start) She went into the bathroom to wash them off and the water wouldn’t turn on! They had there water shut off for not paying. She had no credit card to pay over the phone and couldn’t leave witht he girls covered in poo she was on the phone crying to the water lady telling her what happened begging them to turn the water on for 10 mintutes. They wouldn’t! She had to take them out side and use their neighbors hose while they were at work and go pay the bill only to come home to DRIED poop on the floor and walls!
The name has been changed to protect the innocent (now an 18 year old Sr. in high school) culprit in this true story. My sweetboy (not his given name) had a man’s stomach from day one. He could really fill up a diaper…and many times it would spill over. Taking him from dressed baby….to child needing to be stripped and put into bathtub. And scrubbed!
While happily/innocently shopping at our local Walmart. I had been there quite a while, as I was out of almost everything. I managed to cover almost all the square footage of that building. Just as I was about to head to the check-out lane, I noticed something on the floor. Imagine my horror when I looked down and noticed the trail that I had left from Mr. Poopybutt (aka Sweetboy). I immediately whipped out my wipes and scooted them along the trail as far as I could and not to look too suspicious!
Oh the smell, too.
It was not a good day for mommy that day.
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sigh- just finished your poop story. Read it calmly. Nodded my head. Then got to the end and busted out laughing.
My story is …my hubby and I were driving to my folks’s place, 8 hours away. Ma was very ill. As I was driving I felt the transmition go. I got really lucky when I popped it into neutral. Thus saving the transmition because it was a belt that broke. Lucky it was a simple item. I got lucky again when we were able to coast off onto a ramp. I got luck still when it turned out that the only place within 150 miles that had my car’s replacement was down this ramp. Luck again was with us when the dealer was able to fix it, but it would take time and they loaned us a car, and we were off. I called Dad to let him know and he assured me that all was OK. Just get here safe.
When I arrived 2 hours later…. I found out that Dad had protected me, when I had called him. Ma was already gone.
So all that good luck was not.
God prevented me, gently, firml