Pecked by Ducks

Our house has 4 bedrooms on the second floor. The master, with master bath, a bonus room that we added a closet and bathroom to for our au pair and eventually for Judd’s mom, and then two smaller bedrooms with a jack and jill bathroom between. The boys share one of those rooms and my office is in the other.

So last night around 1:30 (okay, so this morning) I needed to deal with having drunk a little too much water in one hour, so I headed to the jack and jill bath right next to my office. I was sitting there happily doing my own little version of tinkle tinkle little star when the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. OMG the HORROR!!

But first, a little back story. The jack and jill is supposed to be the boys’ bathroom. It has sea creature shower rings, a fishy rug, monkey hand towels and an elephant toothbrush cup. Of course they don’t use it, they use ours. Ours has one of those garden tubs and a stand up shower next to it. This works out well because Max likes baths and Quinn like showers. They can both be happy, we can see them both and they can‘t touch each other. It doesn’t get much better than that.

One day about a month (please don’t let it be two) ago, I was giving Max a bath in the jack and jill. Probably because the kids had been at each other all day and Judd was fed up so we separated them into different rooms. Max was happily splashing around when he uttered the dreaded words…”mommy poop floats”.

Yep there it was, a horrible smelling, brown floater. I yanked him out of the tub, drained the water, TPed the floater out of the tub, put Max back in standing up, scrubbed him with soap, rinsed with the shower head, yanked him out again, and soaped his feet in the sink just to be sure.

Then I turned the shower on full hot, aimed the water towards the back of the tub where all the toys are and took Max into his room for jammys. I shut off the water after 3 or 4 minutes with the full intention of coming back later, filling the tub, pouring in some bleach, letting it sit, and then scrubbing all of the toys and everything else.

Did you notice that I said “with the full intention of coming back later”? I have no idea what happened. I must have been so totally scared by the incident that I completely blocked it out. Until that very moment, last night (okay, so this morning) at 1:30.

I am pretty sure no one has used that tub since then. But seriously? Ewwww!