It's everywhere, it's everywhere!

Little did I know my morning would begin like a bad scene from Daddy Daycare. As I began to settle in here for my morning blog ritual, I hear a small voice say, "Mommy, I need you." That phrase will forever strike terror into my heart. I went upstairs to find Joel standing by the railing outside his room. "I puked in my bed." I begin the process of cleaning that up and am carrying the pile of laundry downstairs when he cries for help again. Arms full of sheets and blankets, I tell him I'll be there in a minute... get the laundry started on the sanitary cycle, and then return to the bathroom upstairs. This is where it gets horrifying.

It looked as though a veritable Vesuvius had erupted. Joel's legs were streaked with poo, it was in puddles on the floor, in rivulets down the side of the toilet, and even in splatters on the front of the bathroom vanity cabinet. He was standing on the bathroom rug (now splotched and splattered as well). Taking a moment to recover from the stench, I searched out the bag of baby wipes and began cleaning him up as best I could. Once I got the better part of him done, I carried him to my shower to finish the job. Then began the Sisyphean task of cleaning the bathroom. Thank goodness for Scrubbing Bubbles Wipes!

One more load of wash to do from this incident and then hopefully it will all be over. No, that doesn't sound right. It's already been all over. Hopefully there will not be another chapter to this story.