Just when I thought I finally had it all figured it out - The moment was here.  I had found a way to have a full 5 minute shower.  Decadent, I know!  My son was now able to sit up on his own, which meant he was ready for the bath ring and could now join my daughter in the tub.  This should speed things up for sure, I thought. 

The first few mornings went off without a hitch.  I washed them first, then allowed them to sit and play while I stepped into the glass stand-up shower next to them, providing the perfect view of their antics and ensuring total safety.  Yup, this was as good as showering could get, at least when you’re a mom that is!  I never looked better!  I actually had time to wash my hair and believe it or not, shave too!  I was on a roll.

Then one morning everything changed…  I lathered up with my relaxing lavender body wash only to be interrupted by shrill screams from my daughter as she stood up in the tub pointing frantically into the water.  OMG! I thought and dashed out of the shower naked and covered in foam.  As I rushed over to the tub to see what possible devastation could be occuring, I looked into the water only to find out that my son had pooped in the tub.  Yup, there was an unwelcome third visitor and its accompanying bits floating about.  Eeek! I scooped up my still shreiking daughter out of the tub and began to dry her off.  Then I went through the utterly gross mommy job of removing the poop, rinsing off my son and then disinfecting the tub. 

Although not ideal, I figured it was one of those rare occurences that probably always happens between young siblings at some point in time. What I was not prepared for was the fact that this little episode would continue to repeat itself morning after morning. 

I even tried changing around our a.m. routine in hopes of timing the poops to take place outside of the tub in somewhere like say, oh I don’t know, a diaper!!!  But no…  It seems the warm cozy waters cause my tiny son to relieve himself with ease and cause his sister to ban him from any more group baths!  I never thought I would be at the mercy of a toddler but I was…  No, I must reason with her.  She must continue to bathe with Mr. Aquapoopy, uhhh…I mean her baby brother.  I refuse to give up my morning shower, damn it! 

I’ve even resorted to bribes, allowing her to bring her “not for the bath” dolls into the tub.  I know, not a good idea - yes, their hair gets all knotted, but I had no other choice people. 

So where am I now?  Sadly, nowhere.  The poopage continues, the screaming still rings in my ears, but the warm, massaging droplets of water that cascade over my tired body each morning somehow make the cleaning inconvenience that follows seem almost bearable.  Now if I could only get my daughter to feel the same way. 

If anyone out there has any bowel suppressing bathing tips out there, please share!

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