Mommy Files: A Sh*tty Evening At The Gym

Hey all! This will be a short, picture-less post, and I think the title indicates why. DISCLAIMER: If you have a weak stomach, aren't familiar with blowouts, etc., stop reading here.  After a hectic day of packing and pitching, PRince Nick and I hit the gym; I was super excited for my evening workout. I dropped him off at the gym daycare, and went on to my cardio kickboxing class. Within minutes - like, before I even broke a sweat - daycare staff entered the room, and motioned for me to come out. I assumed he had an accident, but nothing a quick change of clothes couldn't fix. Oh, how wrong I was. The stench hit me as soon as I entered the room, and PRince Nick stood crying hysterically in the center, while the other children looked on, both disgusted and intrigued. Yup, PRince Nick pooped his pants, and because he knew I wouldn't be happy, he tried to eliminate the evidence. He was unsuccessful, and managed to smear poop on the toilet, bathroom floor, his legs, shorts, shoes and carpet. Now that I think about it, I'm perplexed about how that even happened, as he was under the supervision of two girls. Did they not see him removing the shit from his pants? Idk...

PRince Nick knows that face all too well, and through his tears he rambled, "I so sorry, Mommy." "I sad, Mommy." "Don't beat butt, Mommy." "I trouble, Mommy." I took him in the bathroom, asked him why he didn't ask for help, and told him to look at the mess he made. There was shit EVERYWHERE. I asked for spray/disinfectant, and proceeded to wipe down the floor, toilet, seat, door handles and carpet, with Nicholas screaming the entire time. Though I was upset, I realized he was equally upset, and disappointed in himself for what he'd done. I wiped Nicholas down with soapy paper towels,  huffing, puffing and muttering expletives, while mourning my workout. After all was clean, I apologized to the staff, picked up my smelly, semi-naked, shoeless toddler, and we made our way to the car. I guess I'm still annoyed by the incident. Why else would I be writing about poop at 11:55pm? I foolishly convinced myself that once  Nicholas was potty trained, cleaning excess poop would be a distant memory. Ha! He reminded me today that extracurricular poop is forever! Or at least until he's 7+. All in a Comm Moms days work, I suppose. Until next time... Nikki , xoxo