Let's face it. We all have shitty days. What is it that Forest Gump says? Oh, that's right.
This is by far the most accurate quote of life. "Shit Happens". And today shit actually happened, like literally.
Parks who is 2 1/2 is potty training but is still sleeping in his Pamper because, well, Mommy doesn't want a mess on his bed. However, today proved that regardless of Pampers messes do occur and in shit form.
I went to wake up Parks from his nap and was slapped in the face with a pungent odor. Smelled more or less like an outhouse/porta-potty sitting in the115 degree Phoenix, Arizona sun. It was horrid. Then I saw my child standing in the center of his room COVERED in his doodoo. Literally. Covered.
Not only did he try and clean his Pamper out himself (which I don't blame him, doodoo pants is probably the pits) he decided to finger paint with the doodoo which was retrieved from the Pamper.
Yes, folks. That is an actual doodoo masterpiece and Parks was quite pleased with himself. Standing there clapping and "yay'ing" like he had done something AMAZING! I couldn't be mad, I just died laughing and asking myself "WHY?"
So, after two containers of Clorox wipes, a good thorough lysol application and a hardcore cleaning session, Parks room was clean and shit free. Never underestimate the saying "Shit Happens", because it actually does. Both in literal and figurative form.
Welcome to motherhood.