It happened right around the time I walked into Chica's nursery and found her playing in her own shite:
I felt sorry for her for about 2.5 seconds...until I started feeling sorry for myself whilst removing and fumigating her sheet, mattress pad, blanket, clothes, changing pad and changing pad cover.
Then, after I bathed this seeping mess (see it oozing out the sides, there?)...
...we re-entered the quarantined zone long enough to turn on the fan as high as it would go, spray some lysol EVERYWHERE, remove the trash, and clean pretty much all surface areas that had or had not been affected.
The "funniest" part was when Chica started walking around faux-gagging, to imitate Mama, of course. That's when I had to remind myself that it's been quite some time since I had to deal with a hazard zone this nasty, and hey, we all need a little humility in our lives, don't we?
Of course, the real kicker came two hours later, when Chica up-ended an entire bowl of quite warm chicken noodle soup all over herself, her play mat, her Mama, and the hardwood floor. That's when we took our second bath for the day.
Never thought sentences like, "I finished de-noodling the mat," would enter my everyday vernacular. Again...humility, right?
Happy (better than Wednesday) Thursday, peeps!
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