How do you not read a blog entry with that title…right?!
Monday all of the kids came to care a little crabby. Sad but true, most Mondays of childcare are like that. The kids typically had different sleeping patterns over the weekend-were busy, busy and like me are a little tired.
I have a two and half year old in care who shall remain nameless. She’s been toilet trained for a while but still has an accident now and then so I’ve been making a big effort to go into the bathroom with her making sure she takes care of business. Well Monday I convinced her it was time to go and “try to go”. She was fine with giving a try so I went in with her and helped her up onto the toilet. Just then the older three gals started squealing. I figured the little one was okay so went to get to the bottom of what the three were squealing about in the dining room. After a few minutes of working with bickering girls I went back to the bathroom. Just then my little one comes around the corner and that’s when I realized that argument with the girls lasted a little longer than I had thought…more like 5 minutes rather than the 30 seconds I thought it would take.
I looked at the gal that was in the bathroom a couple times and she just looked guilty….kids have a way of doing that-look guilty.
I went into the bathroom to see if my suspicion was correct..yep it was. She had unrolled a LARGE roll of toilet paper and put it all in the toilet. The toilet paper was still in a huge wad at the bottom in the water. UGH. I flushed it once hoping there hadn’t been much paper on the roll but it wouldn’t flush. UGH. How do I clean this up and watch kids and for that matter, how do I fix the toilet.
Do I scoop all that I can see out? Do I try to plunge it all? UGH! UGH! UGH!
I was leaning against plunging. I didn’t know if there was a wad of paper towels under the toilet paper in the stool. I knew the paper towel roll was soaking wet…but was there some in the toilet?
Finally I called Hubby and asked for advice. The sweetie came in and took care of it for me. He scooped all he could out.
As he did that I had the little one on the time out chair and decided it was time for a rule regarding the bathroom to be implemented. So the rule- THREE SQUARES ONLY!!
So Hubby says can I talk to her. That made me a bit nervous. Hubby is know to have a quick, fast temper. I figured maybe she needed a strong man voice to scare her enough not to do that again so I said sure. In the calmest voice ever he said, “Don’t ever-ever do that again.” That’s all he said. I guess the guy is getting soft in his old age…or learning that yelling doesn’t fix much of anything.
So that’s the latest childcare adventure….and remember should you ever come to my house and should you need to use the rest room and should you see a sign up with a picture of three squares in my bathroom, you’ll know what it means…ONLY USE THREE SQUARES OF TOILET PAPER!!!!