Poo Party

Last night I was getting ready to head to bed...it was around 11:30 pm.  As I walked into the hallway, I ran into a wall of smell.  Shoowee!  I had heard Ailey moving around and then she fussed for a few minutes earlier, but she had settled down and gone to sleep.  I grabbed the flashlight to see if I could sneak in to just change her and then I saw the carnage in the bed...and on the bed, and on the frame and on the rug and on the night light.  The majority of it, however, was all over Ailey.  She had it all over her fingers, under her nails, smeared on her face and shirt and legs.  Not only that, but it was crusted in spots. You get the picture.  *Deep Sigh*  I have this running theory that anytime I am able to get to bed at a semi-decent hour, something can and will happen.  Kind of along the same lines as Newton's Laws.  Yeah.  So, I prayed for strength to handle the situation with a good attitude and off I went to wake Sam up.  Poor Sam!  I didn't want to have to do that, but there was no way I was going to be able to do it all myself in a timely manner and without breaking down in a tearful, sloppy mess.  I got Ailey into the shower while Sam dealt with the bedroom.  It took us about the same amount of time to finish both.  I had to wash Ailey 3 times to get the smell to finally go away! Yuck!  Then, I took the vinegar and baking soda and went back over the areas in her room to make sure all remnants of the poo party had been vanquished!  Again, YUCK!  Did I mention that it was yucky?! ;p

After all was said and done, I'm super grateful that I stayed in a good mood, thank You, God, that Brea stayed asleep throughout that whole process, that Sam was a willing partner in the clean up of the criminal act, that Ailey and I had a most interesting discussion about how yucky poo is and that Ailey slept in this morning. :)