Is that poop in the tub?!!!

Restless: unable to rest or relax as a result of anxiety or boredom. Synonyms: uneasy, edgy, tense, worked up, agitated, nervous, keyed up.

I may be a little Restless these days.

Let me tell you about Liam. Do you see how cute this kid is?

LiamDo you see the gap in his teeth? And his infectious smile? Can you tell by the picture that he could be minutes from bustin’ a move? Can you imagine a little froggy voice coming from his sweet mouth? Can you deny that his crescent shaped eyes and colorful birthmark doesn’t make you wanna smile?

I know. He’s Cute. This Kid.

This kid also poops in the bath tub. All. The. Time.

Let me lay this out for you.

I am currently working 25-30 hours a week. I love my job. My job requires me to peel off the cotton stretch pants I live in and wear real clothes. My job requires me to fix my hair and put on make-up. Even if I didn’t contribute to our bottom line financially it would be worth me going to work to ensure my existence in the land of the living. It’s a great job.

Most days I pick up the boys directly after work and we head home. Not wanting to risk being a walking ad for birth control, we avoid going out without their dad at all cost.  The car ride home usually consists of at least one baby crying in frustration from being cruelly strapped into a safety device, also known as a car seat. My five year old is ready to talk, and ask questions, and talk; and so he does, over said crying baby. If it is a special day, both babies will cry. Only special days though.

And so we make it…the six 1/2 minute drive the longest of my life…to our front door. We live in Iowa. It’s cold. Not like “It’s kinda cold out today” like  “I’m gonna punch the next person who talks to me cold out today.” My kids are aware. They feel the same way about the cold.

The next few minutes are chaos. We make it through the door. Shoes, hats, gloves, backpacks, diaper bags, blankets, CHILDREN- make it through the door and spill across my living room floor. Someone is hungry. Someone needs a drink. Someone wants to watch Disney JR. Another begs to play video games. It’s go time. I clock in at my real job.

Our nighttime routine varies per day of the week. On the nights we are home it unfolds like this:

4:30-6:00  A free for all time of playing, chillin’, watching a movie, jumping on the couch, crying, tattling, trips to time out and back to playing. (on those special days you can pepper in a spank or two)-(that’s right, we spank)

6:00-7:00 Dinner. A countdown for my five year old because he hates everything we cook unless it’s got cheese smothering it. So, he eats countless versions of macaroni and cheese.

7:00-8:00 This is a special hour we affectionately coined “POWER HOUR.”

This is when it happens.

During POWER HOUR is when it always happens. IT. POOP.

Liam and Jude usually take a bath together. My kids have always loved bath time. Mommy loves bath time. When the babies are in the bath you can find me frantically using the precious minutes to pick up the upstairs, put away clothes OR completely zone out and sit on the toilet starring at them but thinking of nothing.

Liam is strategic in his pooping mission. He has been corrected. He has been disciplined. We have waited until he has had a dirty diaper and put him in the bath directly after. The child knows what he is doing.  It’s his place. His me time.

When this happens I am usually still in my work clothes. I may or may not have eaten with the boys. I am thinking of all the people I should have called back, and reminded again that the day is far too short when I see IT. Ugh.Bumping up against the thigh of Liam’s little brother who is deciding if he will touch or play with his new brown toy. Game over. Time to evacuate. And Liam. Liam is looking up at me with that gap-toothed grin and those crescent shapped eyes, smiling. He’s smiling.

In this moment, which happens way too often, I am..what was the description above?.. keyed up. I am keyed up. I am anxious, on edge, exhausted, agitated, RESTLESS.

I am also BORED! I am restless and bored of this life in the middle of all classes and shades of poop! I am ready for the day to end before it even begins….I AM RESTLESS.

This reoccurring annoyance with the last few hours of my day does not surprise me though.  I have always looked two adventures ahead. Always wondered what else there was to be seen and discovered. I have always struggled with being content, and restful, in my current state of life. It is who I am. Beckett is very similar. We are excitement seekers.

I do, however, recognize the need to be present in those hours of poop. I know three little boys who are ready to experience a new adventure with me everyday AND that I am the captain of their youthful years and childhood explorations. I know I am wanted, and needed, and loved, and set apart as their mother. I know these truths. I believe these truths. I just don’t rest in them.

I need to learn to rest in truth, in my days with my children, and in Jesus.

Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters,[a] whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2-4

I love this scripture in James. Although my trial and unrest is MINIMAL to what others are facing, I am choosing to count these days that God’s work in me will persevere and I will be mature and complete, not lacking anything.

From today until Easter, and hopefully forever, I am letting go the idol of “the next big thing.” It is an idol in my life. I am always looking. My husband and my children are the next big thing. I get to see their faces when I rise and kiss them goodnight before I dream of something bigger. My prayer this Easter season is that my life would be big enough for me. And that God’s grace to see me through each day, each poopy (literal) day, will be sufficient as he promises. He’s enough. My family is enough.

Find rest friends. Find rest. Find rest in your poopy circumstance. If your looking, I would be happy to share the most restful Savior I know with you. Hug the people you love today. Rest.

Rest With The Keeper of Your Heart.

~Audrey Assad~ Restless- Found this song on When at Home. Score.

You dwell in the songs that we are singing,
Rising to the Heavens, rising to Your heart, Your heart.
Our praises filling up the spaces
In between our frailty and everything You are
You are the keeper of my heart

And I’m restless, I’m restless
‘Til I rest in You, ’til I rest in You
I am restless, I’m restless
‘Til I rest in You, ’til I rest in You
Oh God, I wanna rest in You

Oh, speak now for my soul is listening
Say that You have saved me, whisper in the dark, the dark.
‘Cause I know You’re more than my salvation
Without you I am hopeless, tell me who You are
You are the keeper of my heart
You are the keeper of my heart

And I’m restless, I’m restless
‘Til I rest in You, ’til I rest in You
I am restless, I’m restless

‘Til I rest in You, ’til I rest in You, Oh
I wanna rest in You

Still my heart, hold me close
Let me hear, a still small voice
Let it grow, let it rise
Into a shout, into a cry

Still my heart, hold me close
Let me hear, a still small voice
Let it grow, let it rise
Into a shout, into a cry

And I am restless, I’m restless
‘Til I rest in You, let me rest in You
And I am restless, so restless
‘Til I rest in You, ’til I rest in You, Oh God
Let me rest in You. 

Linking up with When At Home and A Mamma Collective

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5 thoughts on “Is that poop in the tub?!!!

  1. Loved this…..I am restless and I don’t deal with poop in the tub! Thanks for sharing….again your real life and heart! Blessings!

  2. Awesome read! I totally have the zone out and stare at the kids while they take a bath moments too! I dread the days my kids figure out how to poop in the tub. For now we are trying to stop the peeing.

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