Friday, March 4, 2011

That Was Then

Sometimes when I'm blog-surfing

can I smash that into blurfing or is that too much of a stretch?

I am entertained and somewhat jealous of all the Mommy bloggers with little ones. It seems they have a bottomless well (toilet) of material at their disposal with which to craft their stories, what with all the poo and the pee and the puke flying about their house at all hours of the day and night.

Writer's block? How about a humorous anecdote about some poo?

It's funny. It's timeless. We can all relate. And it flows from the keyboard like a sour stream of yellow neonatal excrement.

But then I sit down to write and I've got nothin'.

My kids are big now. With Daniel an elderly 11 and Patrick ready to leave the house in a couple more years

please God

their diaper-bursting, poo-painting, potty-training days are, thank the Lord, a thing of our past.

However

uh-oh

now that I think on it, bodily excretions have not totally left the building, metaphorically speaking.

Let's play a little game of That Was Then, This Is Now, shall we?

That Was Then
Brown sticky substance covering the hands and face and nearby walls of the toddler. Mother Senses are in full state of arousal as you slowly slip on a HAZMAT suit while never breaking eye contact with the child...

This Is Now
Brown sticky substance covering the hands and face of your Easter basket junkies. You grab their hands and sniff. Then taste. Then ask for a piece.

That Was Then
Putting little pee-soaked Princess panties in the washer and thinking, 'if only she had stopped playing to get in to the potty on time....'

This Is Now
Putting large pee-soaked granny panties in the washer and thinking, 'if only I hadn't sneezed....'


That Was Then
Cleaning drops of pee from the toilet, the floor surrounding the toilet, the walls around the toilet, and the baseboard heater next to the toilet (which, by the way, seems to aerosolize urine droplets in a Glade-air-freshener-candle-from-Hell kind of way)

This Is Now
Cleaning drops of pee from the toilet, the floor surrounding the toilet, the walls around the toilet, and the baseboard heater next to the toilet (which, by the way, seems to aerosolize urine droplets in a Glade-air-freshener-candle-from-Hell kind of way)

That Was Then
Staring at poo in the toilet, your face contorted, you jump around the bathroom, hands waving madly in the air, and yell loudly, "You pooped in the potty, hurraaaaaay!"

This Is Now
Staring at poo in the toilet, your face contorted, you jump around the bathroom, hands waving madly in the air, and yell loudly, "Who forgot to flush? That's disguuuuuusting!"

That Was Then
Between pregnancies and nursing it had been so long since you'd had a visit from Aunt Flo that you almost grew to miss her.

This Is Now
Between fluctuating hormones and your body shriveling up before your eyes it has been so long since you've had a visit from Aunt Flo you almost ....no-no-no. Here's your hat, what's your hurry Flo you old bag?

That Was Then
Your children come in from playing outside. They smell of sweat and dirt and somehow peach marmalade. You hug them tightly.

This Is Now
Your children come in from playing outside. They smell of B.O. And sweat. And B.O. You keep them at arm's reach and admonish them about the liberal use of hygiene products.

That Was Then
You walk into the bathroom and see your five year old, pair of scissors in hand and a crooked line of 1/4" to 1/2" bangs across her guilty face .

This Is Now
You walk into the bathroom and see your 15 year old very carefully shaving the one hair off his chin because he "needed to shave".

That Was Then
You securely latch the straps of his car seat and adjust his little mirror. He smiles as he jiggles the teether keyring you just handed him. You sigh and think, "How did he get so big? Seems like just yesterday I brought my baby home from the hospital."

This Is Now
He securely latches his seat belt and adjusts his rear-view mirror. He smiles as he jiggles the car keys you just handed him. You sigh and think, "How did he get so big? Seems like just yesterday I brought my baby home from the hospital."

7 comments:

  1. Anne, my kids are still small, but my older is reaching 4 years old and sometimes I look at her and think how did 4 years just fly by. I am not sure how I will feel in another 4 years, but you get the point. Great comparisons and seriously the more things change, the more they stay the same!!

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  2. "The days are long but the years are short" is a quote from The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. It is so true when you are raising kids. I remember people telling me that it would go so fast. It certainly didn't seem that way at the time.... Now, I can't believe it has slipped by. TALU!

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  3. Awwww Anne this was sooooo sweet. As Christopher is 8 now I have already experienced some of the nows. The ongoing THEN (pee smells) UGH. What was I thinking when we bought a house where his bathroom is the guest bathroom? I can't even stand to use the bathroom in there, even when is clean.

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  4. LOVE Love love this post ... but almost had to put my granny panties in the wash from laughing when I got to your sneeze comment. ;)

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  5. Love this post, Anne. You had me laughing (read: peeing in my granny panties, dang it, now I'll have to go wash them) and having a tear...my babies are getting so big too. I can identify with you a great deal, as my kids are 18 and 14. Unlike you though, I WISH my son would go shave the mess of pubes growing off his chin. It is starting to get to me, but he calls them his "thinking hairs". God forbid I try to interfere with his thinking. Oy. TALU.

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  6. Sounds like there's a granny-pantie washing party goin' on!

    Lol..

    Thnaks for reading, folks!

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