So my day was off to a great start! The kids were listening and being very helpful and kind to one another. I told the kids that if we got our morning chores done I would take them all to the movie Kungfu Panda. Yahoo! They were super excited and that made them work even quicker.
At noon we headed off to the movies. As we pulled into the parking lot my 4 year old, Kase, said,"Mom, I don't feel so good." I asked," Does your tummy hurt, do you feel like you're going to throw up?" He said," No, I think I just got car sick." We got out of the car to give him some fresh air and that seemed to do the trick. Problem solved... now onto the fun. After getting our popcorn, slurpees, and candy we headed into our movie. It was really cute and the kids had a great time!
NOW HERE IS WHERE THE DAY GOT INTERESTING...
On our way home I told the kids when we get home it's time to get some exercise and play outside. No TV since we just saw a movie. Everyone piled out of the car and ran to the backyard to play. I was working in the office when I heard our sliding glass door fly open and something that sounded like a bucket of water spilling all over the kitchen floor. I got up and ran to the kitchen only to find Kase standing in the door way with throw up all over the floor.
(Popcorn and slurpee. Yummm.)
As I stared at him in disbelief at what just happened, he says "I was coming to tell you I didn't feel good."
Of course all I am thinking is, "GREAT, thanks for the warning."
After throwing up he said he felt much better and wanted to go back out to play but I told him he better go and take a rest on my bed for a while.
A few hours later Dan gets home from work but before I could tell him about my day, he disappeared down the hall. A couple of minutes later Ky comes running into the house at mach 5, break neck speed, grabbing his crotch with "PEE EMERGENCY" written all over his straining face. I see him dive into our hallway bathroom and immediately come right back out making a b-line for the master bathroom. Seconds later he comes screaming back down the hall in utter panic and heads for the front door, still holding himself of course.
So, of course I called out to him, "What the heck are you doing?!"
He says, "I need to go to the bathroom in the front yard, because dad's in the front bathroom and there is blood all over in your bathroom."
"What are you talking about? What blood?" I say in a confused voice.
"There is blood on your toilet." He says while continuing to dance in place just waiting for me to allow him to finish his trek to the front yard.
Side note... I started my period this morning and had left my underwear with blood on them on the bathroom floor while I was in the shower. Hailey came in and saw them and then called all the kids to come in and see them too. They are all traumatized I'm sure. Never to forget moms bloody underwear image seared forever in their minds eye.
"Ky," I said still confused "blood from what?"
"From you!!" He barked almost irritated that I wasn't understanding or believing him.
Well in my head, I knew that I didn't get blood all over the bathroom. I thought okay maybe a little smudge somewhere on the toilet seat, but come on...
"Ky, you're not peeing in the front yard." I said sternly. "If you only have to pee you can just stand there, you don't even have to touch the toilet."
"But mom, I can't, it's all over the floor too. There's blood everywhere!" Knowing about the underwear incident this morning and knowing that I didn't get blood everywhere, I was actually starting to get irritated at this point. I am thinking "Great, now the kids are never going to use my bathroom anymore, it has cooties because they saw mom's bloody underwear laying on the floor and they think that the gross blood has contaminated it for eternity.
I finally just told Ky "Stop! You're not peeing outside. Go back and use my bathroom before you wet your pants."
With his chin quivering about ready to cry he went back and used my bathroom and all I was thinking was "SHEEZ, was that so hard."
Later that night we had to run some errands as a family so Dan went and woke Kase up, and piled all the kids into the car. I hopped into the drivers seat and turned to ask Kase how he was feeling.
"Much Better Mom!" He said still a bit groggy from waking up. "I threw up one more time in your bathroom when I was taking a nap and now I feel better.
Everything started to click for me at that point and I jumped out of the car and ran back to my bathroom. Sure enough, it was covered in red slurpee vomit, every square inch. Toilet, floor, and walls.
The saddest thing was Ky's little foot prints on the floor through the throw up. You can't even imagine how bad I felt about not listening to Ky. I think he might be scarred for life knowing that his mom wouldn't believe him about the blood all over the floor and toilet and forcing him to walk into it and pee through it. Why didn't I just go and look at what he was talking about?
I feel so bad. Yes even to this moment, I feel bad for that one. I don't know if I can apologize enough for this big screw up.
SORRY KY!!!!
And the award for the worst mom ever goes to... Stacey!
I was tempted to include pictures, but I didn't know how everyones gag reflexes were so you'll just have to visualize.
Moral of the story, Just let your kid pee in the front yard!
