Seems all I do these days is obsess over poop! And worry over intake, output, electrolytes like sodium, potassium and now, let's add in the unexpected weight gain, cortisol and pedialyte. My head spins as 3 weeks of blood draws have left Jessica looking like a bruised pin cushion. So today, we took a break from needles and turn our minds towards cleaning.
I have a home visit tomorrow with a pediatric resident. She is coming to my house, in all its messy glory, to learn about what our lives look like outside their office. What do meds, adult briefs, sleep etc. really look like in someone's home. I have been doing this for Texas Parent to Parent for over 10 years now--and I really enjoy it. Except for the cleaning part!! And it is going to rain--so the first place to neaten up--Outside!!
Which means facing Poop! Yes, poop again--seems I cannot escape it. But this time, it is Oliver & Leslie poop. Smelly, small ecosystems thriving in my backyard. Literally a science fair project in the works!! To scoop or not to scoop--that is truly the question. I learn a lot about Oliver when I scoop, not Leslie--she is such a food snob--she has to be persuaded to eat dog chow with deli meat on top. But Oliver is another matter altogether! A foray into Oliver land gives me answers to the age old questions like; "Where did the matching sock go?" Aauuuggghhh!! Gross! Or the one which sneaks up on me when I really want to put my hair up and I cannot find a hair scrunchie anywhere! I feel like the Count on Sesame Street! "Ah One, Ah Two, Ah Three Hair Scrunchies!! Ah ah ah!!"
Today my two worlds collided as I finally discovered the final tube cover which I had been searching for! Yup--there it was! Not cozily nestled around Jessica's feeding tube, sheltering her delicate skin from acid & drainage. Nope! It was a portion of one particularily large scoop, and I had to laugh hysterically that crazy dog had been foraging thru Jessica's bedside table for a snack and Jess probably smiled as he gulped it down.
Who needs yoga or meditation? I have to stay very much focused and present as I carefully dissect each portion of my yard, scooping and mouth breathing, until I feel the coast is clear of the muck of life, so I can mow freely--without worrying that poop will be underfoot and I can make my way forward with a smile!!
