Before I had children I was pretty judgmental of other moms. I was never going to have a messy car like the families I babysat for with french fries on the floor and crusty car seats. I was never going to have a messy house, like the family in my neighborhood with peanut butter and jelly smeared on their wall or laundry spread all over.
Well, never say never. Yesterday I found a full-on piece of poop in my son’s room and some poop on the carpet. I am not sure how it got there or where it came from (our best guess is Locke), but it was humbling to say the least.
Unfortunately, this isn’t an isolated incident. In the last few months, I have also found remnants of barf on my banister (who knew it could shoot that far), pencil scribbled on the dresser, marker stains on just about everything, and boogers on the wall. I’ve found moldy string cheese in my car and french fries under the seat. You’ll be happy to know, I cleaned up the poop, barf, boogers, and food, but the scribbles on the chair, doors, and pillows still remain. Sometimes you just run out of time, sometimes you just run out of energy, and sometimes, like the poop, you don’t even know it is there.
I officially apologize to all you moms out there that I judged in my youth. It is harder to keep up on a house and car and kids than I realized. Now I try to give all moms the benefit of the doubt. We are doing the best we can any given day.
And for all of you young’uns out there who think your kids will never write on your walls, eat their boogers, have snotty noses, or cry at Wal-Mart, just remember, never say never.