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I lost it at a 2-year-old’s birthday party

Posted on 29. Mar, 2010 by Andy Ptacek in Adventures with poop, The balancing act

Yes, it was me who left the party crying that day. Of course my husband had to work so it was me and the Tavinator at a birthday party on a rainy day. We already discussed my diaper bag blunder, which I have yet to overcome, so there I was, with my kid, the huge diaper bag and a big blow-up present walking up to the front door in the rain. Well, at least I made it up to the door… Tavin was nervous so he stayed back cautiously until I asked the person who answered the door to watch him for a sec while I dropped my stuff and ran back out to get him.

Ok, we were inside. No, this wasn’t the parent’s home, it was the grandparent’s beautiful home with WHITE carpet. Anyway, as I settled in and cautiously fed my now outgoing child over this white carpet, he’d run over to the gifts and riffle through them between bites. He was pulling out tissue paper, switching cards and even took a few bites out of the gifts themselves. Did I raise a monster? At this point, I had given up on being able to eat myself as he had proven to be quite the handful. Well, my hunger got the best of me and after my friends telling me they’d keep an eye on him while I ate, I beelined for the kitchen.

When I returned, everything seemed to be fine, until he found a few purses that just so happened to be close by. He began sneaking past my attempts to keep him at bay and now he was switching cell phones! I could not have a freaking adult conversation if I tried.

Well, I did try. Tavin and I headed out back to mingle with some friends I hadn’t seen in a while. The rain had stopped, but the yard was soaked. No place for a toddler, but the number one place he wanted to go. I swear it was freezing, but I was sweating chasing after him and starting to feel really overwhelmed.

I knew he was tired so I went inside and found a rocking chair and thought we’d rest a little bit. Just then, it was time to cut the cake so we watched from afar and when the cake was cut, the birthday boy’s dad was kind enough to bring Tavin and I a piece to share. So as I took a deep breath ands started to enjoy this moment we were having, Tavin had a random temper spasm and flung the cake face down on the WHITE carpet! I was mortified. I was able to get  the mess cleaned up with the help of others just in time for someone to bring us a new piece of cake. I was standing there with Tavin and the cake and as I began to move forward to a tiled location to eat with him… He wiggled down and as I bent over to ease his fall, the cake fell too.

The tears started welling up and I asked my friend to watch him while I found the cloth to wipe up yet another disaster. When I got to the bathroom, I noticed that the cake had also left its mark all over my white shirt. I was done for, but I needed to pull it together long enough to clean up and get the hell out of there. Well, I made it out there with the rag, but when someone was like, “didn’t you already clean up that cake?” I couldn’t hold back the tears. Just then, my friend came back with Tavin informing me that he had pooped and in the next moment, the entire party was headed my way because the cake fiasco just so happened to take place next to all the gifts and it was present time. I begged a friend to clean up the mess and I bolted. Poop in his pants and all, we didn’t even say goodbye as we left.

Once outside, I saw it was raining cats and dogs. Ladies were waiting for their gentlemen to bring the car around. Well, my gentleman was working so Tavin and I just had to suck it up and go.

As the rain hit me, I felt the tears come down even harder. Why is this so difficult? Why can’t anything be normal? Why can’t me SON be normal?

On the drive home he didn’t make a peep. I think he was still stunned by the rain and all my crying! Soon, he fell asleep and looking in my rear view mirror, I knew it was “just one of those days.” It was one of those days I bargained for in exchange for all the great ones I get now that he’s around. Even still… it will forever be known as The Second Cake Fiasco. The first was at my wedding and we WILL NOT go there now.