I had my first major parenting FAIL moment today.

Yeah, I know.  The other things I’ve written about here weren’t major fails?  Well.  This one puts the rest of them to shame.

I suffer from Monday night insomnia.  It has something to do with working a midnight shift on Saturday and Sunday.  I try to stay up as late as I can on Monday night, so I’m really tired when I go to bed.  That way, when Ronan wakes in the middle of the night, and I get up with him, I wont get stuck awake and spend the rest of the night struggling to sleep.

It didn’t work last night, and I was up for almost all of the night.  When I got up this morning, I wasn’t ready to get up.  So I did what I usually do in that case.  I double checked the room for baby-proofed-ness, laid my blanket on the floor, and dozed while Ronan played.  I dont get much more sleep, because he wakes me every 10 or 15 minutes or so by jumping on me, but it makes me feel better.

Right before I laid down, I changed his diaper and noticed he’d had a little pebble of poop.  I set the diaper aside so he couldn’t kick it while I was changing him, got him dressed, and put him down on the floor.

Then I forgot about the diaper.

Ronan crawled over to me about an hour later, and he smelled like poop.  I got up, and asked him if he had pooped again… and then noticed the poop smashed ALL OVER THE CARPET.

He had found the diaper, and dropped the poop pebble on the floor.  Since he can now walk, he proceeded to step in the poop, and then walk around the living room.  I spent the rest of the morning scrubbing baby poop out of my carpet, spaced several adorable inches apart.

All I can say is that I’m thankful he didn’t TOUCH the poop with his hands, nor put it in his mouth.

Mandy = fail.