Beyond Disgusting

This is so gross that I debated whether or not to even share with you. If you are sensitive to disgusting stories at all, then please stop now. I will not be responsible for your vomiting...

Micah had the runs today. He pooped during dinner. I was in the other room and heard it. John wasn't home. When I went to pick him up less than a minute after the last sound, I noticed that his diaper had leaked, but not out the side and bottom like a normal diaper. No, his was spilling up and out the top and side and it was puddling in his chair. What I did NOT notice was him grab a fist full of his poopy waistline. I didn't notice until he smeared his diarrhea on my face!!!

In my three short years of motherhood, I have been pooped, peed and spit on. They have burped and spit up right into my mouth. I have dealt with mud and blood and messy meals. Or snacks that shouldn't have been snacks; like the time that Micah ate a cricket. Flooded toilets, clogged drains, and unidentifiable moldy things. I thought a month-old sippy cup of milk was bad. NOTHING compares to diarrhea on your face. Oh, the stench...! Gag me with a sewer brush! I am unashamed by this blatant plea for sympathy. I will accept flowers or contributions toward the cost of a facial.