Motherhood is like that sometimes

Today I thought my son was sleeping. He was tired. I put him in his room for a nap. It got very quiet for about 30 minutes. And then he hollered for me. When I opened the door, I got quite the sensory experience. I have heard horror stories about little ones finger painting with the goods in their diapers. I was grateful to never have had this experience. Especially because it is one of the things I was sure I couldn't handle should it ever happen to me. Well I handled it. I spent this afternoon scrubbing the walls and doors, steaming the carpet and rocker, and washing bedding (I have to say I have never been more grateful for my steamer and the box of medical gloves I keep on hand). I think the smell is finally gone and everything is thoroughly disinfected. It wasn't pleasant, but on the upside his room was long past due for a good deep clean. Oh, and I am now fully motivated to potty train.