Chase came into our bedroom and woke me up around 4:30 AM this morning. I took him back to his room, tucked him back into bed, turned his lullaby music back on, and went back to bed.
He then came back into our room around 7:00 AM, and I told him to go read books in the play area until Mommy got up.
He played in the play area for about 15 minutes before he proceeded to go into his sister's room to wake her up.
So I sent them both downstairs to watch PBS until I came down to make breakfast. One brief siesta later, and I was making my way downstairs to start the day. I made some pancakes for the kids, enjoyed my bagel and then started cleaning up a bit.
About 30 minutes later, I told LO to get dressed and headed into Chase's room to grab his clothes for the day. I was NOT expecting to be greeted by the following scene:
((this is totally grody to the max... consider yourself warned!))
You can't see just how smeared on this mess was all over the window and blinds. Just imagine it, shall you?
Poo. Everywhere. On the walls. In the carpet. On his bedding. All over the window. On the blinds -- slats, bottom rail and even the strings.
Are you kidding me!?
After the initial shock wore off, I called hubs upstairs to survey the damage. He was as shocked as I was!
The worst part of this whole mess? It.Was.Old.Poo. As in, it had to have happened not long after he went to bed last night. It was dried on, caked on, crunchy nasty poo.
As you can imagine, it hasn't been the easiest task to remove dried on poo from walls, carpets and blinds.
What a wonderful way to start your morning, no?