disgusting

Before naps today, I asked Parker if he had to pee. He said No and since 1) he hadn't had an accident in a long time, and 2) I was in a hurry because the garage door people were here waiting to talk to me, I said, "OK".

MISTAKE!!!!!!

I went to deal with the garage door people, came back in for some emailing, and then went to go lie down on the couch until someone woke up. A minute later, I hear Parker whispering, "Mommy, Mommy." I go upstairs and smell something I hadn't smelled in just under 2 years. Poop. Smeared everywhere. On Parker. On Lion. On the walls. On the bed. Everywhere. It was like I was back in the shelter and a dog did a little dance in his poop. So I start cleaning it up which isn't easy since, as I said, it was everywhere. I decided to sacrifice the sheet and underwear in the attempt to save Parker and Lion. Parker kept moving around and touching things which only made matters worse. And since the girls were still sleeping, we had to be quiet too. After using an entire package of wipes, I decided a shower was a good idea to get the rest. We went to the backhouse, but the tankless water heater isn't working and despite Michael's previous intructions about how to make it work, I could not figure it out. So, I used another box of wipes to do the rest.

Then Parker says, I'm all done sleeping now. Oh really?

Moral of the story....don't believe a 3 year old when he tells you he doesn't need to go to the bathroom. And keep wipes handy near the bed.