All About Poop

This pretty much sums up my weekend to date (and we still have a fair deal of Sunday to go so you never know...). Yesterday my dear sweet oldest child yelled down to me crying that he had pooped his pants. I went upstairs to find out that yes indeed, had pooped massive amounts in his underwear, shorts and on the bathroom floor. He has a tendancy to wait until THE last possible moment to use the restroom because he is too "busy" to take a break from playing to go--which was REALLY going to make me mad. However when I got upstairs I realized that the poor guy had diarrhea and couldn't help it. So I cleaned him up, put him in the shower, did a load of isolated laundry and then finished getting Sawyer ready for naptime. Liam looked at me and told me his tummy hurt again so I got him upstairs and he went to the bathroom again--disaster averted. Whew! I put him to bed for his nap with explicit instruction that if he had to go to the potty to just get up and go. I told him that if his tummy started hurting again to just go to the potty just in case. He assured me he would. Fast forward TWO hours later and I heard him in his room--he had not napped (which isn't that unusual lately but he still rests in his room and plays during naptime.) When I went in to get him I was overwhelmed by Ode de Feces. He was laying on his bed with a sheepish grin and when I said "Did you poop again Liam????" He said "Yeah, I did...!" I got him up and we repeated the whole cleansing/shower/laundry routine all while I scolded him for NOT telling me. It became pretty clear that he had been laying there in it for a while which made me want to heave. He asked if I was mad at him and I said "YES--but not because you had an accident. I am mad because you didn't come and tell Mommy that you needed help and instead chose to lay in it for who knows how long and get it all over your bed!!" Grrrrrrr.

So we go donwstairs after shower #2 and he asks if he can go to the park. I say "No way buddy-you can't go a foot from a toilet right now." He said "Yes I can--I feel better!" then he gets up suddenly and runs to the bathroom again just in the nick of time. He said "See--I made it in time--can we go to the park now??" We finally talked him into just playing in the front yard where he was throwing a ball then got "that look" and told me he had tooted but was afraid he had messed himself. He had. So it was BACK into the house for a repeat of clothing changing, washing and laundry. It made for a long day. This morning he seems to be fine. Ken bravely (and maybe foolishly??) decided today would be the day that Liam got to go on a hike with he and the dogs in Evergreen. I pray that it goes well for everyone's sake. I am a nervous wreck just thinking about it.

OH-I nearly forgot to mention! THis morning I ran 18 miles (which went better then last weeks dehydrated run) and when I got home and was sitting on the floor I smelled much to my horror that I had ran through some sort of animal poop during my run and brought it all the way home with me. If I have to clean up any more poop this weekend I just might lose it.