YMCA

Rarely do I get to work out at the Y without being paged to come up to the childcare room. It seems that Jesse and MAya have deemed the Y the best place to poop. The workers today said, "I don't remember a time that you've come here and haven't had to come up here to change a diaper." Mind you, I've gone virtually every monday for years.

Today was one of those days. I tried putting the children in childcare in big girl/boy pants, no pullups, no plastic, just as is. They've suceeded in outings this way before, I thought maybe the 30 minutes at the Y would be okay.

About 17 minutes in, the pager goes off. Up to the room, both Jesse and Maya have had accidents. No problem, I brought back ups, just bring them to the bathroom, and we're done. However, Jesse, had pooped. Surprise surprise. But I get to the bathroom, and the poo falls out. I hadn't taken down his pants, and yet there it was on the floor. This is a puzzle, obviously it had fallen out his pant leg, but it didn't seem that easy to do. Then I look, and there is a trail, from one end of hte childcare room, to us, in the opposite corner, in the bathroom, of little turds that had fallen out. I regretably confessed this to the workers. They pointed out turds as I ran around trying to collect them before the other children in the room happen into them. Even after it's all cleaned up, more kept appearing. Finally, it was discovered that it had been tracked to new places in the workers shoes. As I was in the bathroom, scrubbing poop out of the treads of everyone's shoes, the workers are going through the toys, throwing away some, sending some to the dirty bin. They are oh so kind, saying we've all been there, but thsi was a bit excessive. I think, when at this Y, Jesse will need to wear pull ups until his is 12.