This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Clorox.
I often can’t even believe the things that come out of my mouth on a daily basis.
Like the other day when I had to put on my sternest voice and try to sound intimidating while saying, ““Young man, in this house you will use the word ‘toot.’ Do you hear me?” to the 7-year-old who won’t stop saying the f-word that rhymes with “heart.”
Or when I had this little gem of a conversation:
“Is that snot on your face?”
“No, my nose is sweating.”
“Hmmm. Why is your nose sweating?”
“Because it has been running.”
“We call that snot.”
But the conversations are nothing compared to the guessing games.
Is that chocolate or poop?
Is that a raisin?
Why is this sticky?
And my personal favorite: When you foresee something happening, but there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
Like how every stinking day I tell my daughter to go to the potty before we sit in the car line to pick her big brother up from school. She’ll sit on the potty at home and not go, but 10 minutes later we are having to leave our coveted place in the front of the car line to find a place to park, get the car seats unbuckled, and rush up the giant hill to ring the bell and get into the main office of the school because NOW she has to go.
You try the best you can to be prepared, but as a mom sometimes there is just nothing you can do.
Except maybe keep a LOT of of junk in your minivan. You know, “just in case.”
My trashy minivan has saved me from more than one parenting disaster. (When I say trashy, I mean that in the most literal sense. As in, my van is full of trash.)
Just the other day, I completely forgot that it was Wacky Wednesday at preschool, but my trashy van was fully stocked with a paper princess crown and one stray mitten. Trashy minivan saves the day!
And there is one times that will stick in my memory as the day that my trash van truly saved us.
Remember how I told you that I am always stuck in the car line with a 4-year-old with sudden potty emergencies?
Well, a few weeks ago we were in quite a pickle because the elementary school kids had been dismissed and we were in the middle of a car line that was starting to move. Of course that is the time when the little darling decided she just had to potty right now.
I couldn’t get out of the car line because there was a wall of elementary school children blocking the way to the parking lot and I couldn’t leave my van where it was because we were in the middle of a car line that was starting to move.
We only had one choice: The 4 day old Arby’s cup that was still sitting in one of my 14 cup holders.
I don’t know if you have ever tried to have one hand on the wheel navigating a parking lot full of small children, while using the other hand to help a preschooler empty her bladder into a paper cup, but I can tell you one thing…there is splashback.
I don’t think my trashy minivan and I have ever been more thankful for wipes.
She might be trashy, but now at least she has recovered from her tinkle sprinkle.
Clorox wants to here about your icky moments too. They are teaming up with the improv troupe The Second City Communication to host The Ick Awards on April 9th from 6-10pm EST. You can tweet them on Twitter using the hashtag #ickies and The Second City Communications will be turning some of your tweets about real life icky moments into video skits. You can help pick the winners by voting for your favorites and win big as they give away $2,500 worth of prizes.
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