Mama said there'd be days like this

Ok, so I realize this is two posts in a row that don't have pictures, but you'll be grateful for the lack of photos after you read this! Lest any of you think our lives are full of sunshine and roses, I need to share the fun morning I had. I was downstairs getting David out of his highchair and Liv came down and said, "Uh, Mom, did you see Warren's pull-up?" I said, "No, why?" and she said, "It's dee-sgusting". I asked where it was, she went up the stairs and came back down with one hand holding her nose, and the other hand holding a tiny corner of a poop-layden pull-up. I double bagged the pull-up, and took it to the outside trash. While I was outside, I heard Warren calling (screaming) for me. I started up the stairs, and about halfway up the stairs, the smell hit me. I looked in Warren's room to find him on the floor with poop smeared from his hips to his toes. When Olivia handed me the pull-up I didn't realize that if that much poop was on the pull up, then there must be some on him, too. I briefly looked around his room to try and figure out how poop got on so many things, then I realized it was probably better not to know, and proceeded with cleaning off my crying son. I put him in the tub, standing up, with running water and cleaned him off. I was helping him get dressed and asked, "Why did you poop in your pull-up, bud?" He said, "I just couldn't wake up." I felt bad for the kid. This is the first time this has ever happened. He only wears pull-ups to bed, and most of the time he's dry, so I'm not sure what happened. I sent Warren downstairs to watch cartoons. The next task at hand was to clean up the room. Not fun. I got my rubber gloves, filled a bucket with water, added a small scoop of laundry detergent to it, grabbed an old rag and went to work (it worked like a dream, by the way). I will spare you major details, but suffice it to say that I threw away a book, rinsed out and washed 5 articles of clothing (which is odd since he was only wearing 2 at the time), and spent a half hour scrubbing the floor. So, all that work, plus one load of laundry and a half a can of neutra-air, and we're good to go! Add this to a sad teething baby, and it's been a long couple of days. The longer I'm a mom, the more I realize that days like this are just part of the job description. They help me to appreciate the days that aren't filled with sad babies and poop. And to tell you the honest truth, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love being a mom more than anything. It's what I've wanted to do since I remember, and now that I'm in the thick of it I have no regrets. It is the hardest, most rewarding thing I have ever done, and I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing...even on days like this.