Scroll down for me. Just real quick, stop reading and scroll down to the heart-meltingly sweet photo of Afton all tricked out in sepia tones that makes you think, "I could never have any even remotely negative feelings towards this sweet baby whatsoever."
Have you done it? Me too, it's helping.
Helping me forget what I found when I went in to get Afton from her crib this morning. I didn't take a picture. I didn't laugh. I did get poop on my hands. Lots of poop. It was unavoidable because 80% of her little body was covered in it. Too much volume and not enough room in an already-soggy-overnight diaper. The sheets (which I just barely changed last night thank you very much) and her pajamas luckily were salvageable and went straight to the washing machine. I threw her onesie away. I used over 2000 wipes just to get her cleaned up enough for the bathtub.
Clean her up, clean up the crib, wash hands, clean up the floor and changing pad where phase one of crisis management took place, wash hands, how long will it take for that smell to dissipate?, Lydia do not come over here!, clean up the puddle of pee she made in the bathroom while waiting for the tub to fill, wash hands. Review situation and look for humor.
It could certainly have been worse. One friend of mine had to literally disassemble the crib and take it outside to hose off--two days in a row. Nevertheless, I hereby grant myself permission to eat all of the ice cream in the house. You are all invited to join me, bring some toppings.