Just Glad She's Not a Bull

Ewwwwwww! Yuccccckkkkkk! Grossssss! Steam, scrub, boil and rinse! I am tired of have fecal matter on me every afternoon!
That's right I said fecal matter! Otherwise known as feces,dung,crap,poop and doo doo. For the past two days I have been wiping it out of panties, rubbing it off hands, bleaching it off toilet seats and floors and scrubbing it off my body and I am totally grossed out!
I think you all know I am not defacating on myself. Not yet at least, but give me time, it may be happening at some point in the near future.This time I must give credit where credit is due and that would be to Camryn. She is up to her old tricks again and they stink!
It's been quite a while since we've had any major poop incidents with Cam. In fact, Camryn has been doing really well in all areas up until this past weekend. For some reason unbeknownst to me or Brad, Camryn had a really, shall I say "challenging" time this weekend. And of course it was a long weekend because we wouldn't want to short change ourselves with only two days of hellish behavior when we could get in a third. And even with all of the screaming and the crying and throwing and hitting and book tearing, dog molesting, liquid soap dumping, toy throwing and toothpaste squeezing, while completely draining and and quite disturbing, Brad and I handle it. But poop....I gotta tell ya, neither one of us is much of a fan.
You would think after almost eleven years of changing diapers that I would be used to the stuff, but I don't think one ever acquires a fondness for it. And if anyone has had the opportunity to develop at the very least an immunity to it, it would be me, as I have had more encounters with it then I care to say. Just recently Camryn has become very good with her toileting issues and more than not makes it to the potty on time for both numbers. And then we have the occasional "tried to make it but fell just short" which I completely understand and applaud her effort. But there are times, such as these past two, where I swear she does it either out of complete boredom, a sincere fascination for the stuff or my personal opinion...she likes to see me squirm.
With Nat having homework now that she is kindergarten and Mace having loads of it now that she is in fifth grade, afternoons are busy around here. I try to keep Camryn busy while Mason does her reading but when it comes to her math or a project she's working on she needs my help. At these times I put Cam in her room to "play", though she rarely does more than just stand at her door and scream, making homework time really stressful for her sisters. Yesterday was no different and I hadn't been with Mason five minutes when I heard "Do you have poop on your finger honey?" I wanted to f***ing scream! I stomped down the hall, threw open her door and sure enough, there she was with her pointer finger erect, looking like a little man with a sticky brown cap on his head. "UUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!" I was soooo mad! I grabbed her by the wrist and stripped her of her clothes. Sure enough, in her panties was a quarter sized brown splotch, with a consistency of meringue, stiff peaks and all. She had obviously worked to get this out. I scolded her for pooping in her panties, I scolded her for putting her finger in it and then sat her on the potty to finish the job. Before I could get to her she grabbed some toilet paper to wipe it off her hands. Because of the consistency of the "specimen" the toilet paper tore off into little pieces, sticking all over her fingers. Gross! I picked them all off, wiped her hands with a baby wipe and started the bath for her. When she stood up, I noticed that her butt had the thinest layer of poop on it, obviously from sitting on the splotch in her panties. I tried to wipe it off with toilet paper but this stuff was like wallpaper glue and when I wiped it, rolled into little brown balls and fell on the floor. My lunch started making it's way back up. I used a baby wipe to moisten her bottom and wiped her as clean as I could get her, then set her in the tub. As I went to scrub her I noticed she had left a "print" on the toilet seat, ewwwwww. I washed her, then sprayed bleach EVERYWHERE, drenching the little poop balls on the floor and wondering how in the hell this became my life.
With Cam clean, the bathroom clean and poop balls down the drain, I got her dressed and brought her out to watch T.V. I needed to shower but Nat needed help with something so I ran my hands under scalding hot water and lathered up with about a half a bottle of liquid soap. I sat down at the table to help her when Camryn walked over and hit her on the head. "Lord, I just want to help my kid with her homework!!!" Nat began to cry and so I stuck Cam in her room again for hitting.
I came back out, helped Nat with her work and noticed it was time for Nat to get in the bath. I got her in the tub, started a load of laundry and then I heard it again. "Poop honey". OMG!!!!!!!!!!!
I got Cam out of her room and felt her pants. Nothing. Whew!! I had dodged the brown bullet!! I let her go into the bathroom to use the toilet while I checked the laundry. I had no sooner closed the washer lid when I heard Nat yell from the tub "Mom, Camryn pooped in her pants again!" Oh I was livid! I stormed down that hallway with a vengeance. I turned the corner and sure enough, there were her underwear on the floor with another pasty splotch and there she sat on the toilet, little pieces of white toilet paper all stuck to her fingers! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And, a bonus. A rather large ball of poo had somehow rolled out of her panties as she was taking them off, landed on the floor I had JUST bleached and been stepped on as she made her way to the toilet. I looked at Nat and began to say get out when she said "I know, I know Mom, put my bath toys away". This was not her first poop rodeo. There have been many a times when she has been booted out of the bath early so her sticky sister can get in. She is such a sweet girl and cleaned up with no problem. She got out, Cam got in and the process began again.
By the time Brad got home I was, well I guess you could say pooped! And pissed, sorry I couldn't resist. I was so discouraged, angry, sad and at the same time telling the story laughing because what the hell else can you do? He understood, as he has seen a few poop balls in his time.
And so it goes, the life of a mom raising autism. It's chaotic, it's draining,it's funny,it's depressing, rewarding,challenging and amazing all in one. Oh and stinky,I forgot to mention stinky.