The week had been long and unpleasant. We finally brought the girls back to daycare after their respective illnesses Friday morning. Friday afternoon daycare called and told me they thought Sarah had Scarlet Fever. I thought there is no way that kid has scarlet fever and proceeded to panic regardless. When I picked her up, at 2:00, a little over an hour after they called me, she was, as they say, cool as a cucumber, if fussy. She screamed all the way to the doctor's office which did cause her to break out into crazy hives all over her chest and face. The doctor snickered a bit when I told her daycare's diagnosis, and then informed me that she's just at the tail end of a little virus and isn't even contagious anymore that'll be $20 please. By the time we arrived home she was in great spirits and insisted on being played with. So much for that day's work.
Friday night we still didn't get loads of sleep. Saturday, Jeremiah indulgently suggested he run an errand in which I had no interest while the girls napped so I could hang out downstairs, finishing up Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Aaaaahhhhh, sounds fantastic. Off he went and down I sat for about 3 minutes, and then Sarah began screaming. I raced upstairs and gently convinced her to go back to sleep. I ran back downstairs and nestled into my favorite chair with my book. More screaming. So I put my book down and bolted up the stairs again, repeating the previous tactics successfully again. And on it went. Finally, Kate had been in the guest room "napping" for a full hour, so, with Sarah in my arms, I opened the door to tell her quiet time was officially over. Even before I opened the door all the way it hit me - the stench of poo. "Did you have an accident?" I asked, advancing into the room. I caught her holding her underwear like an artist's pallet, spreading the source of the stench on, I noticed as I glanced around, a third wall.
For a second I was paralyzed, staring at a room bedecked in excrement. For whatever reason, I didn't deem it a punishable offense and focused instead of getting Little Miss Poop 2007 in the tub while getting Sarah away from the guest room and the tub. "I have poop on my feet!" Kate announced gaily as I searched her face for signs of coprophagy and quickly washed a suspicious spot on her chin. Jeremiah returned home just as I was attacking the room with rags and cleaner. He wisely did not ask if I'd finished the book.
On the up side, the guest room has never been cleaner. I even purchased new sheets for that room. Nothing is really wrong with the sheets that were on the bed; I washed everything in hot water with tons of soap, but still. Ewh. When it came time to go to Target, I was quick to volunteer to run that errand.