Poop, poop, and more poop!

How much poop can one woman take?? I suggest that if you can't handle poop stories to turn back now. I am not holding back. I have had enough.

I will start this by letting you all know that I am a light sleeper. When I say light I mean light. I wake to almost everything, everything that is but my 5-year-old daughter waking up, opening her bedroom door, walking on our creaking floor, flipping on light after light, taking off her pajamas, removing her poopy diaper, stepping in the poop, sitting on the toilet, wiping herself thus getting poop all over her hands, walking on my carpet with poop on her feet, walking with her poopy diaper to the laundry closet, opening the doors with her poopy hands, and placing her poopy diaper in the washing machine. Oh, did I forget to mention that the clothes in the washing machine were clean. Then she sweetly comes in my room, says "Mom, Mom, Mom" I smell the sweet aroma of...UGH! POOP!!!

This is not the way anyone wants to wake up. This now brings me back to the fact that I AM A LIGHT SLEEPER! Why is it that when Ellie decides to make the worlds most awful mess do I choose to sleep? Now if this was something that had only happened once I may be okay with it, but this is at least once a week, at least! And it has been going on for over 6 months now.

Okay, so I did figure out a trick. Thanks to my cousin posting on FB that her daughter peeped the bed after removing her diaper; a commenter on her post said to put on the zipper pj's backwards. Yes, finally I had a plan. And believe it or not, it worked. That is until we got home late at night the other night. Ellie had fallen asleep in the car. We carefully carry her to bed and remove her pants, put on her diaper, and put on some regular pajama pants. Kiss her forhead and whisper I love you, and leave the room and head of in to blissful slumber. Then I here a "Mom, Mom, Mom" and smell that familiar sweet smell of...UGH! POOP!!! I slacked off one night and WHAM! I am not allowed a little slack I guess.

OKAY ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! WHY THE HECK DON'T I WAKE FOR THIS. I WAKE SOMETIMES WHEN JERON TURNS OVER. REALLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!

I disdain poop. I don't just hate it, I loath it! Between Poop, pee, and milk I could possible go insane. I have spent one to many nights on all fours sniffing my carpet because the trail is no longer visible but I know she walked all the way to my room. If you could only hear my prayer after last night. Let's just say it is a good thing I wasn't struck by lightening. Don't worry I repented. I do though however have that voice in the back of my head saying to me "Throw me a bone! I can't be perfect all the time. Sometimes I really could use some help, and believe me this is one of them."

All I can say is if I have to wake up to that smell one more time SO HELP ME!