When it comes to parenting, sometimes you’ve just got to embrace the sh*t.
When you’re a parent, you have those days where you feel like you’ve really got things under control. You’re the master of your domain. Those days where everything goes smoothly and the kids are happy and rested and well-fed are the best. Then there are the other kind of days. Where you use every tiny shred of sanity you have left to question how you got here, to this hellish point of pure chaos. Those days typically end in either tears or laughter. For this dad, his crazy day included plenty of both.
Clint Edwards, Scary Mommy contributor and the dad behind No Idea What I’m Doing: A Daddy Blog, shared a story about a five-minute period of his afternoon with his kids that will have you laughing so hard because we’ve all been there in one form or another.
“Norah (age 7. Not pictured) found some dog poop in the front yard. In the time it took me to walk to the backyard for a shovel, Aspen (age 3) grabbed the poop and smeared it on her sister,” writes Edwards.
Toddlers and poop, man. It’s like white on rice.
Edwards continues, “Norah ran into the house crying, Aspen chasing her, me following the two with a shovel like some sort of a gravedigger, not sure exactly what happened during the five seconds I was in the backyard, but confident it had something to do with dog poop.
“It all came to light quickly, however, when Aspen turned to me with her poop hands, and as I dropped the shovel so I could keep this little turd handler from touching me too, she fell and cut her knee.”
Anyone who’s experienced the magical mess of combining dogs and small children is surely enjoying the mental image he’s painting here. Raise your hand if you have a feeling you know where things are headed with his “little turd handler.”
“Suddenly I was faced with a decision. Leave her on the ground and forget that I have a daughter. Or pick her up and comfort her, all while most likely get dog poop on me,” he writes.
LOL. Look, when you’ve got a crying kid looking for comfort, you’ve just got to embrace all that comes with it. Dog shit and all. Whether they’re one giant, walking booger because of a bad cold or their palms are caked with Fido’s feces, we’ve got to make everything better when they need us to.
Edwards ends his post with a nod to fellow parents, because we’re really just wading through all the muck together.
“So if you are knee deep in poop, my fellow parents, I see you. I respect you.
“Hold strong. I can’t say that whatever nasty thing you had to endure was worth it. But what I can say is that you are parenting like a rockstar.”