Today is one day where I truly came to realize that having OCD and being a parent doesn’t mix well. We went to hang out at Joel’s brother and wife’s apartment to swim, have dinner, and watch a movie.
First off let me say how thankful Joel and I are to them opening their home to us. We had planned on going to the zoo but it was too cold and rainy and we were all getting cabin fever! I don’t think they were prepared for the craziness that is our new family, but our kids did sooooo well! I am so proud of them. C had some minor listening problems but nothing huge.
The big thing that happened was that while we were swimming P told me that he had to go to the bathroom. Or at least that is what I THOUGHT he said. When I asked him to repeat, he said he was sitting on he edge of the pool because he HAD gone to the bathroom, in his shorts. We went to the bathroom and I had him get out if his suit and asked aunt for help getting the shower stuff we had brought. I stood in the doorway so I could watch S and C swimming while P waited.
I tell you all that to tell you this: as a parent when your kid shits in his swimming shorts and it is running down his legs and he doesn’t want to touch it to clean it up it falls on you to do so. You can’t just leave your son standing there all full of poop and naked.
This is the point where my mom brain and my OCD brain fought a pretty intense battle. It took less than 5 seconds to decide what to do, I needed to wash him, but in those 5 seconds those 2 parts of my brains duked it out pretty good. I knew I couldn’t get Joel as he was busy cooking dinner for the 7 of us and asking aunt or uncle to do it was quickly ruled out as a cruel and unusual form of birth control.
So there I was, in a public men’s bathroom in an apartment complex that is not mine bathing a poop covered 3 year old.
Poor boy, he is not feeling well. But also poor OCD mom who was freaking out about touching poop! Not only did I have to wash him, but his poop filled bathing suit that we had to take home.