A poop-in-the-backseat kind of day

Hello family!  This is my first blog post ever… pretty crazy.  We’ll see how this goes!

I was talking with Mom this weekend about what kinds of things we could write about on our brand new blog.  I thought to myself, “What would the other four women from the juice aisle like to read about?”  We both decided it would be fun to share some of our funny/crazy life experiences here.  And then I had an idea of the perfect story to share as my first venture into the blogging world… the time Bennett pooped in the back seat!  Guaranteed to put a smile on your face.  Or in the very least make you grateful you didn’t have to deal with a 5-month old puppy on this particular morning. J  And maybe this story will inspire someone else (cough *mom* cough) to share a similarly comical experience from the recent past. 

It all started on a Thursday morning.  There was a spider in the shower.  And while it might seem like that has nothing to do with this story, I’m thinking it was a bad omen.  It was the universe trying to tell me to go back to bed because nothing good would come of this particular Thursday morning.  Anyways, I attempted to wash the spider down the drain and seal his fate with a lot of hot water and soap.  Unfortunately (as others have previously experienced…), this is not the best way to eliminate a spider.  However, I was still able to trap the little bugger under a cup which was later discarded.  I have some pretty creative methods of bug disposal these days.

I digress… the spider was pretty upsetting to me, but I managed to get over it.  I finished getting ready for work and piled Bennett in the car for another lovely 52-mile drive to Craig.  Now this was the third time that week that I was making the drive to Craig with Bennie, so I wasn’t actually too worried about it anymore.  He seemed to be getting over his whole car-sickness thing and I finally let myself believe that these early morning drives could actually be pleasant!

So I’m driving down highway 40, watching the sun come up in my rearview mirror (casting a lovely glow on the Yampa river), listening to my new Lady Antebellum CD, and generally enjoying life.  Then Bennett starts to cry.  And for those of you who don’t know, he has a pretty specific “I-have-to-poop” cry.  And then he starts to pace back and forth in the back seat.  At this point I was about 20 minutes away from Craig and I was thinking he could probably hold it.  In fact, I was thinking it would be good for him to hold it!  It would teach him a valuable lesson of how to hold his bowel contents until it was a good time (and place…) for him to go.  Famous last words. 

I turn around to see Bennett squatting on the seat.  NOT holding it.  I was appalled.  I pulled over, jumped out of the car, and frantically tried to get him out so he could finish his business.  Of course it was too late.  He pooped all over the back seat.  Poop.  All over the car.  I couldn’t believe it. 

Now as some of you know, I have a small OCD-type issue with keeping my car clean.  So this whole experience was probably just slightly more traumatic than it should have been.  But the moral of the story is that even though the morning was crappy (literally!), the rest of the day actually went fine.  I had a long lunch that day so I had plenty of time to go thoroughly wash the back seat (multiple times…), and I was able to learn the valuable lesson that I should probably listen to Bennett’s poop cry from now on.  And after all was said and done I actually laughed about it.   

Well my lovely family, I hope you are all having a wonderful week!  And if you happen to be having a poop-in-the-backseat kind of day, chin up.  It always gets better. J