Shitty morning

You know, you can never win a battle with children. They are evil little creatures, who know exactly how to make your life miserable. I think I mentioned a few weeks ago that I stopped buying nighttime diapers, only to find myself changing wet sheet EVERY SINGLE MORNING. Izzy just wasn't ready. So we switched to pull-ups at night and life has been fairly peaceful ever since.

This morning I went into Izzy's room to inform him that it was time to get up. Just so you fully understand, he wasn't asleep. He was just playing in his room because I had not given him permission to open his bedroom door yet. You read that correctly. My children are not allowed out of their rooms until I say so. The last thing I need is children running around my house at six o'clock in the morning.

When I opened his door, he said, "Me pooped."

I said, "WHAT?!?"

He said, "Me pooped."

I picked him up and put him on the changing table. Holy crap! He had taken the world's largest poop in his pull-up (which he has never done before. NEVER.) It was everywhere - in his diaper, up his back, and down his legs. It was, without a doubt, one of the grossest things I have ever experienced. He is way too big to be pooping in his pull-up.

Now I am left reconsidering my entire routine. Maybe the kids should be allowed out of their rooms in the mornings? All I know is that I don't want to start my morning with shit again. EVER.