You Know you're a mom when....

The lovely Arizona Mamma over at Daze in the Desert came up with this great idea for a blog hop. It's called...

You Know You're a Mom When-sDaze.

In her words she writes, "As parents, we constantly find ourselves saying things that we just can't quite believe came out of our mouths, or misting up over a few scribbles on a page, or finding ourselves in situations that could only be the result of having offspring. So today I present "You know you're a mom (or dad) When-sDAZE."
I thought it was such a great idea and couldn't wait to join.
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I think the following photos should be preceded with a disclaimer.

Due to their nature, I hesitated whether it was wise to post them at all.

These are not for the faint of heart.
Or the "queasy of stomach"!

Of course, I am only thinking of prospective parents.

I have your best interest at heart.

I in NO way want to be the deterrent to being fruitful and multiplying.

Let it not be so.

This unfortunate event happened back in 2006.

The shock and horror of it has faded some.

I feel as if I am finally ready to talk about it.

You Know You're A Mom WHEN..........................................

You have the unfortunate mishap of stumbling upon THIS in your bathroom.

No matter how hard you try, you are unable to make sense of the situation.

Nothing you have experienced in your life could've prepared you for this moment.

Due to the sheer magnitude of the situation,

You desperately search for an explanation.

And then reality strikes.

There is absolutely NO way to explain what your eyes have witnessed.

And so your shoulders sag.

You search for a clean piece of floor to lie down on.

And then you assume the fetal position. 

You are quite sure that there is a real possiblilty that you may not ever recover from this. 

And if you do, you will never be the same.

And would you believe, that all of that chaos and destruction was executed by this little cherub?

You better believe it!!!

Yep...and that was how I knew I was a mom, on that particular day in history.

It is my fervent prayer that I never have to re-live that bit of history again.

For the sake of my dear son, I feel I must give a small explanation.  Contrary to my initial belief, this was not contrived or purposefully done.  Apparently, a little "toot" gave C-boy a lot more than he had bargained for.  However, he was unaware of the sheer magnitude of the situation until he entered the bathroom. Well, the shock of the "pile" in his drawers sent him into a bit of a panic.  In order to be free of the stinky dilemma he tried to kick off his underwear. He didn't want to get his hands anywhere near the situation. That made sense to his 4 year old mind. However, his britches did not become free instantaneously.  So he continued to kick (and possibly flail) until he was free of them.  To this day, I am still unable to wrap my mind around the amount of flailing that must have taken place.  But to find "residual" on the top of the door frame in the closet next to the bathroom, leads me to believe there was some serious thrashing that took place.  If only I could have been a fly on the wall! On second thought, I'm thankful that I wasn't.  Considering what I found on the wall!

Pop on over to Our Daze in the Desert for more....if you dare!