Oh, Shit.

Literally.

So I had a shitty morning, today. Pun totally intended. I worked last night, and didn’t get to bed until around 2am. Thanks to a stubborn (and ridiculously painful) head cold, what sleep I managed to fit in wasn’t very restful. When I heard Ella waking up sometime before 7, I didn’t even bother to put my glasses on before I stumbled to her room to fetch her. Those of you who know me, will know that without my glasses (or contact lenses) I am as blind as a bat. I can’t see clearly more than a few inches from my face. So it wasn’t until I felt her bare little bottom on my arm that I realised she wasn’t wearing any pants.

That’s right. My 13 month old daughter has learnt not only how to get her pants off, but also how to remove her nappy. Ohhhhh shiiiitt.

I stumbled back to my room, grabbed my glasses, and returned to survey the damage. Eewwww. Keep in mind, this is a full overnight nappy we’re talking about. I had to wash the sheets, blankets, sheepskin, cot bumpers (breathable ones, before you jump on my back about SIDS), Ella’s pyjamas, my pyjamas, my ARM (thanks to picking her up before noticing the poop situation). There may or may not have been poop on her hands and, yes, her face. Say it with me now – eewww.

This is my first major poop situation, and as such it was a bit of a shock. I realise I have many more poop situations to look forward to, and I can only hope that in future, I remember to put my glasses on before I put my hands in it.