1. That I only used ONE of my dish towels to clean a small spot of Noah's corn-filled spit up (he has reflux)....especially since I soon realized that it was not, in fact, normal spit up, but 'spit up' from the diaper end of things.
2. I am thankful that he only smeared it across 4 of the segments of my couch rather than all 6.
3. I am thankful that my 2 week old rug steamer with upholstery attachments was already filled up and ready to go from cleaning my couch 3 days ago. I would hate to think it could sit in the closet and only be used 2 or 3 times a year. I'd rather use it 3 times in 2 weeks.
4. I am thankful that the upholstery attachment has tiny little holes to suck up the soapy water so that pieces of corn can't be sucked up into it and possibly clog a tube. I'd much rather collect all the poop crumbs and corn in my hand so that I don't clog my new steamer.
5. I'm thankful for the two flies that came in earlier this morning and how they so helpfully land on the poop to show me where it is.
6. I'm thankful for my intelligent cat that sat looking under the stove all night (for the 3rd night) waiting for a different long-dead bug to come out. His dedication is admirable and I'm so thankful that he's napping all day rather than catching the two flies that I keep swatting away from the poop on the couch. I wouldn't want a crabby and tired cat to stress himself out by actually catching a REAL bug.
7. I am thankful that my oldest son has very healthy lungs so that, from upstairs, he can scream to me downstairs, at the top of his lungs, over the roar of the steamer and right beside his sleeping brothers, that he needs me to wipe his bum.
6. I am also thankful that my oldest son has good vision so, while in the bathroom, he could point out all the microns of poop that fell off Noah and onto the bathroom rugs when I dumped said brother into the tub after the poop explosion. Nothing brings on a thankful attitude more than someone pointing out just one more poop crumb..."oh, there's another one."...."wait, is that one too?"...."you missed one over there, Mom."
Where are those flies when I need them?
6. I am also thankful that my oldest son has good vision so, while in the bathroom, he could point out all the microns of poop that fell off Noah and onto the bathroom rugs when I dumped said brother into the tub after the poop explosion. Nothing brings on a thankful attitude more than someone pointing out just one more poop crumb..."oh, there's another one."...."wait, is that one too?"...."you missed one over there, Mom."
Where are those flies when I need them?
7. I am thankful that my shower drain has tiny little holes too. I would hate for all that corny poop to go down the drain and mess up my pipes or septic. I'd rather pick it out of the drain and put it in my hand and throw it in the trash. SO glad I don't have to buy DRAIN-O!
8. I am thankful for the fresh, sweet, summer corn we had with dinner last night and that Noah LOVES corn on the cob and totally gets how to strip every last kernel from the cob (one of the few things we haven't had to teach him how to do). Maybe he can teach his brothers how to eat it off the cob so they can join in with helping to make their mama a muttering swearing crazy lady that writes not-so-very-thankful lists on her blog.
Update:
The poop is cleaned, the couches are finally dry, the flies are dead (no thanks to the cats), the poop clothes and towels are waiting to go into the next load of laundry, the tub is scrubbed and the bathroom rugs are cleaned. Dinner is cooking, the boys are fighting (I mean playing) and Chad is on his way home. I will try to pull it together and not be so crabby. I think writing this post helped my mood a little. It'll help me more if people leave comments to let me know that someone is reading this and empathizing with! :) :)
