What, exactly, is THAT?

There are times in a mother’s life when she GULPS at what lies before her. A broken heirloom. A treasured stuff animal – dismembered. She might wince and whine at the boogers plastered to her newly painted wall. Or cry at the spaghetti sauce on the CEILING. She might even cringe at the melted ice cream on the couch or urine on the floor. But nothing elicits the GULP response like good ole #2. Nothing makes a mother’s stomach lurch faster than realizing this clean up job is ALL HERS!

And so it was last night.

I mentioned before that hubby and I take turns getting B to bed. Last night was his night. I handled the other kids and surprisingly, they all drifted off into a sound slumber rather quickly. Just as I was getting ready to head upstairs, I heard B crying. She was REALLY upset.

Sighing the most pathetic sigh I could muster, for no one’s benefit but my own, I grabbed my trusty laptop and headed to her room. Figured I would blog while she got back to sleep.

I found my spot in the Chair of Wonder, whispered to B to go back to sleep and then I saw it…

EVERYWHERE!

On her clothes, her bed, her pillow, blanket, bear & and other sleeping buddies, her crib – oh my. I quickly got up from my Chair of Wonder and started cleaning up the mess. B’s clothes came off. Her sleeping buddies, pillow and blanket went into the wash. (Thank goodness we have two bears) I was trying to convince this sleepy two year old that she really did want a bath to wash the yucky out of her hair. Strangely enough, her diaper was CLEAN. I couldn’t figure it out.

Hubby was already in bed since he had to leave early to go out of town. I couldn’t wake him for help. All B wanted to do was “hold me.” And she cried enough to prove it. How was I going to get this all cleaned up?

As I am standing at her changing table, surveying the damage, a thought hit me… “Wait! Didn’t we have brownies for the Family Night treat tonight?” (Don’t worry I am still on my sugar strike and didn’t eat one)

Suddenly, I am presented with a dilemma no one ever wants… is it poop or chocolate? Ever see Baby Mamma – yeah that was where I was at. Trying not to touch the offending substance I sniffed at B. Then I took a closer look at the bed… How close can you really get to that stuff – safely?

Whew! Brownies.

I can’t tell you HOW GLAD I am that it was only brownies. My heartbeat began to slow and an amazing amount of stress just dissolved. Poop is not a fun thing to try and scrub off of a crib, child, pillow, toy or wall. Believe me on this one… I know.

No, really, I know!

So, I brushed the crumbs off B, changed her sheets and laid her down. This tired girl could wait until morning for a bath.

I am still left wondering how B smuggled a brownie into her bed AND… how did it get past hubby?