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April 30, 2001

For two weeks now, I have been watching Kacie--a little girl who is exactly in the middle of my two kids. She is 6 months older than Anne and six months younger than Aaron. She didn't come over today and that was probably a good thing. Let me explain.
By 9:30 this morning Anne was not awake, so I went down stairs to get her. As soon as I opened the door I could smell that she had a little present for me. (She very frequently poos first thing in the morning.) I walked into the dark room and made some kind of passing comment like "Do you have some poopy for mommy?" Anne was standing at the foot of the bed all sleepy and wild haired. She looked like she'd had a very long night. I noticed a strange light spot at the top of the bed on the pillow and a dark spot near where Anne was standing. As my eyes adjusted to the light--or lack of it--I noticed that the light spot was a diaper. The dark spot I very quickly deducted was the poopy that she had for me. I grabbed Anne up and carried her in such a way that required the least contact between the two of us as possible. I tossed her--not literally--into the empty tub and helped her off with her shirt. I could then look at Anne in the light for the first time. She was covered in poop. Her feet and legs were poopy. Her bottom was of course poopy. Her hands and arms were poopy. Her shirt--that was by this point laying on the floor--was poopy. The shirt was the only reason her tummy, chest, and back were not poopy. I couldn't tell if there was poop in her hair or not. It got a good washing anyway. The only part of her body that was poopy free was her tiny, perfect, beautiful face.
I started by spraying her down with the detachable shower nozzle to get all the visible doo-doo off. I then washed her hair--and conditioned it so as to avoid the frizzies--and ran her a tub of CLEAN water in which to play. While she was playing I went back down stairs to see the bed with the lights on. It was indeed poopy. Poopy is what it was. It existed in a state of poopyness. It was poopiful. There was poopy on the pillow. There was poopy on the sheets. There was poopy on the blankets. There was poopy ground into the mesh sides of the bed. It was poopy.
I started with the pillowcase. I had to de-poopy it. I scraped the poopy off of it and into the toilet. I then washed it a bit in the tub with some laundry detergent--by this time I had finished washing Anne and had dressed her and put her in her high chair to eat. It was the poopiest of all the linens. I took the blankets out of the bed--they had only a tiny amount of poopy on them--and began removing the large individual poops from the sheet with toilet tissue. They were then flushed. Next I had to remove and wash the sheet--which was very much indeed poopy. I finally got everything into the washing machine and washed them in hot water on the super clean cycle with bleach. Next I had to clean the bed.
After a great deal of scrubbing, I got the sides of the bed clean and I scrubbed down the mattress for good measure. Actually, the bed is now cleaner than it had been in years. While the bed aired out, Anne slept in the spare playpen which is where Kacie usually sleeps. That is why it was good that Kacie didn't come over today.

Something else has happened that I have yet to write about. I have a job. Watching Kacie is a job, but I have something else now, too. I just began working at Southlake Athletic Club. If you know me, you'd gasp and say "Again?" And I'd say "Yes, again." Then you'd say "Why?" And this is what I'd tell you.
I am working 5 days a week, 5 hours a day. I get to keep my kids with me because I'm working in the childcare facility. I get to used the club for free while I'm off duty. And. . .I get paid! If you are wondering why you'd ask "Again?" I'll explain that, too.
I started working at SAC in January 1997. I worked in the nursery for about 4 months and then moved to the front desk and worked there for a total of 8 months. I worked my way up to having some extra responsibilities and would fill in for the office manager. I very much liked the job and the level of responsibility I had, but alas I didn't get paid as well as I liked and I had to work too many hours so I left. I didn't leave on bad terms, but I did leave exhausted.
When DH found out I had taken a job there he didn't know what to say. I got the "Again?" response from him. I'm pretty excited.
I don't know if there are any huge movie fan moms out there, but if you are and if you are familiar with IMDB (Internet Movie Data Base) I've got something to tell you. My husband is listed! If you are a member of IMDB, look up Wes Campbell. Why? I don't know, just for the sake of it. I've never been on IMDB, but the people I know who are members and are really into film think it is very cool that he's on there.
I have written too much. I'll write more next week.
Jenna