The softball that wasn’t
Timeline: 2 days after departure
I am bold enough to say; these past two days have been uplifting and has made me hopeful for a smooth transition into deployment life. I’m getting the house cleaned and knocking out things on my to do list like I’m Mayweather. Look at me, changing these air filters with my dad’s borrowed ladder like a boss. Would Mrs. Independent be an oxymoron?
On today’s episode of Yellow Ribbon Rebel we are on a safari in search of the rarely seen matching sock. This meant digging through two laundry baskets of unfolded clean clothes and the box of lonely socks who are still waiting for their sole mate- see what I did there?.. Sole mate. Anyway, while I was preoccupied with my hunt, a commotion was brewing downstairs. The first thing I heard was the boys yelling at one of our three dogs (we will get to my menagerie of animals later) followed by claws desperately trying to gain traction on beautifully wood floors. Since chaos is a common place in my household especially, when two of our three dogs are involved, I didn’t question what exactly was going on until I was beckoned downstairs by the chilling tone of my son’s voice that said, “something happened and I know I’m about to get in trouble” summed up in one prolonged word…Maaaaum…. With a sigh of exasperation I ceased my sock searching and braced myself for whatever I was about to walk into. However, nothing could have prepared me for the events that followed.
When I got downstairs, Trystan was washing his hands determined to scrub the top layer of skin off. While Liam was walking around dramatically making gagging noises. When Liam saw me, he immediately stopped and gave me the cliff notes and spared me the gruesome details. He pooped and clogged the toilet. At this point I had a feeling it was one of his monstrous sized, softball shaped poops that defied the law of physics. Based on the way Trystan was still scrubbing his hands clean, I gathered he had attempted to unclog this monster before calling me in for back up. For the most part, I was right. We were dealing with the softball poop but that is when things took a turn for the worst. Trystan decided I needed all of the details.
Apparently after laying this Jurassic sized egg, Liam had stood up to wipe because well Liam does his own thing, but he had failed to close the bathroom door completely. Giving our dog the perfect opportunity to fetch her new ball out of the toilet. The commotion downstairs was the boys chasing the dog around to get the ball back. It’s all fun and games until the ball turns out to be poop. Trystan managed to wrangle the reminiscence from the dog and tossed it back into the bowl where it belonged. However, as I came to find out, the villain of this horror story was not ready to be flushed down without a fight.
Stay tuned for Part 2