scapegoat

Sam is blaming me. He says that it is all my fault because I just had to go and say, "I don't have anything to write about on my blog." He claims that is the reason that we went upstairs last night to find that Tru had pooped in his diaper and then taken the poop out and thrown it onto the floor. He also managed to smear it on the slats of his crib, his sheets and his tent. In the meantime, Jem decided that he too needed to go and went in the tiny elmo potty despite being told numerous times that he is a big boy and can go into the bathroom and use the real toilet. Needless to say, their room smelled like you know what and Sam and I had to spend the next half hour cleaning Truett up, dumping out the contents of the elmo potty, removing the now unusable crib tent (no!!!!!) and scrubbing down the crib itself. We then spent the half hour after that sitting downstairs talking about what in the world we should do with that child. I cried and felt like a failure as a mom, not because of what Tru did but because his reaction to the entire thing was to laugh, and because when he laughs, I get angry.
And as we climbed into bed feeling exhausted and frustrated and beaten down, Sam turned to me and said, "This is all your fault you know." Lucky for him, he was being facetious.

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