Sometimes I can't wait until I am out of the baby and toddler years. Don't get me wrong, I love our little Sara. And I really do cherish every minute I have left of her sweet babyhood - but not the last few minutes.
I went up to Sara's room to wake her up from her nap. It had been a very unusual three hours. She wasn't making a sound but I figured, hey it was 4:00. If she didn't get up she wasn't going back to bed at 8:00! So up the stairs I went.
As I opened the door the most horrible stench welcomed me only to be met by an even more horrendous scene. Sara had stripped off her clothes and had painted her body (hair and "gag" face too), her baby dolls, books, blankets, bed and wall in awful smelling "number 2". It was almost more than I could bare.
I didn't even know where to start. There wasn't a clean spot on her. How was I going to get her from her bed to the tub.
I gritted my teeth, held my breath and held her out as far from me as possible and we made it to the tub.
So instead of a nice late afternoon. I did a load of laundry. Had to give my naughty daughter a bath (I hate giving my kids baths), had to clean "number 2" off of well...everywhere, and now I have the smell burned into my nose and her screams (from the shower I submitted her to) ringing in my ears.
On a good note...thank goodness (I mean really) for removable shower heads!!!!!