Today was one of those banner mornings in parenting. It was 6:00 in the morning and Cookie comes into the living room where I was sleeping and says, "Mommy, I peed my pants in the night." I said, No, problem just change them. Next I hear an unholy shriek--alas not before misfortune befell me. Cookie is shrieking that he has poop coming off him--and now I'm shrieking because apparently this poop has managed to find its way all over the floor in his room and I have stepped in it. I immediately get poop covered boy into the shower. When showering him I become concerned because I note that some of the poop seems to be crusty, as though, it has been there for quite some time.

This leads me back to the scene of the crime where I am amazed to see Cookie pooped the bed. It was incredibly nasty. John had put this memory foam thing on the bed and the poop/diarrhea had actually gone through it on to the futon below. Later I would find out the collateral damage was even greater as the beloved Thomas comforter was poop coated.

The room was stink and toxic clean up began immediately. I set about wiping up all the poop drippings off the floor (gagging and nearly vomiting in the process) and John began bed clean up--we should have been entitled to super site funding for this. Unfortunately, the memory foam and Thomas comforter were beyond help and had to be tossed. The futon is undergoing extensive clean up efforts. Mind you, this is all before 7:00 am.

One question that looms in my mind is, How can you sleep through that? I could see by the crusty poop and seepage problem that this was not a recent occurence.