As we were on the freeway headed to work (still early!) I remembered I had forgotten to give O some pain reliever. He has been getting his molars (I think—all signs point toward yes, but I can’t really tell. He won’t open his mouth far enough for me to count), and had bit someone at daycare on Thursday. I wanted to make sure to try to ease his pain and prevent any bites, if possible, so I decided to stop at Meijer and pick up some children’s ibuprofen. As I was carrying O to the store, I smelled “that smell” again. Figuring it surely must be O’s coat (those sneaky secondhanders!), I thought I’d get some fabric refresher (Meijer’s brand—Jump! Why is it named Jump?), and spray his coat once we got back to the car.
As I was checking out, I FINALLY noticed where the smell was coming from. Not O’s coat—but his SHOE. He had stepped in a steaming pile of dog poo on his way to the car this morning. GIR-OSS. I’ve actually never stepped in dog poop before. I’ve have stepped on shitberries (TM Sue)–those weird stinky berries that fall from ginkgo trees–but never actual poop. Shitberries don’t stick to your shoes. Dog poop does.
I wasn’t sure what to do. I contemplated asking the window washer lady if I could borrow some of her paper towels, but figured I had something in the car to clean the shoe. I rolled O out to the car in the cart, took off his shoe, put him in the car, and proceeded to spend the next 20 minutes trying to get all the poo off the shoe. Luckily there were some puddles in Meijer’s parking lot, so I used them to my advantage. I also used a diaper or two from his diaper bag, some wipes, and a discarded piece of plastic (to really dig the poop out of the shoe grooves).
I was driving to work from daycare when I noticed some poop on my jeans. Good times. Luckily I still had some wipes in the car, so I was able to use a few to clean my jeans.
GROSS. I can’t believe you have never stepped in poop before.
Holy cow, I can’t count the times I have had it on my shoe.
But never on my jeans : )
I believe my TM was on “pukeberries.” Just for the record.
I am laughing so hard right now I am crying! Thanks, Tela, I needed that. Sorry you had to deal with poopy shoes and all that, but man, that was a hilarious story. And, really, how IS it possible you’ve never stepped in poop before? That’s truly amazing.
Boy does that suck. I actually have been thinking lately about how typical it is that when I pick up my daughter when she has been running around in the sand, the mud, the puddles, etc. it always ends up my pants. There has to be some invention out there for moms to protect their clothing that doesn’t include wearing a rain poncho constantly…which may not be a bad idea…
Ohhhhh yeah!! We live on what I call the “Street O’ Big Dogs.” All of our neighbors have at least one huge dog, and when spring hits? They all seem to lurve hanging out in my front lawn. They crap everywhere, and only a few of my neighbors are polite enough to come over and clean it up. Little One has gotten poop on her shoes several times. Not to mention those lovely moments when I ran over shit with the lawnmower or stepped in it with (wait for it) MY BARE FREAKING FEET! EEEEEWWW!! My cats use the litter box. Why can’t dogs be trained to do this as well?
Thanks for the laugh. I think we all can relate. My most recent moment was slipping out of bed to feed my youngest only to step barefooted into a slimy pile of cat yak.
Shit happens. 🙂