Pooped out

So I'm getting really tired of poop. For those who know where I work, you know I get to clean it up daily. With two kids still in diapers, I deal with it even on my days off of work. I deal with it figuratively and literally every single day ALL DAY LONG. I'm tired of it. Today however certainly tops the cake. Nate is 4. He is potty trained. (or he was. I'm thinking the stress of the divorce and visitations has taken its toll and he's reverting back to pre-pt days) When he goes down to the bathroom, I don't follow him. He can wipe his own bottom, pull his own pants down and up. He's a big boy. Today was no exception. He went down to the bathroom by himself and without hearing a little voice asking for help, I stayed with Kyra and Nick waiting for him to come back to the living room. Maybe it was behavior, maybe it was the stomach flu last week. Either way it spelled disaster. When he had been down there for quite some time I became concerned and went down to the bathroom to check on my son. After assessing the situation this is my best guess as to what happened (have to guess because it is next to impossible to get a straight answer out of a 4 year old). Nate apparently pooped in his pants. On the way down to the bathroom he must have began to pull his pants down before actually being in the bathroom because there on the carpet in the dining room just outside the bathroom was poop. Then just inside the bathroom before you get to the toilet was more poop. He must have promptly sat down on the toilet and pooped some more because there was some IN the toilet... just some. He must have then decided to use toilet paper and wipes to try to clean himself up because not only was it on his backside, it had gotten all over his legs when pulling down his pants. In the process of doing so, the poor kid got some on his fingers. Well yuck, can't have that. So he began to wipe it on the door. And the sink. And the rug. And the toilet lid. Meanwhile the toilet seat is now covered from wiggling around. This is about the point where Mommy walks in not knowing whether to cry or yell. Now I'm thinking I might print this off and save it for a special share-with-future-girlfriends-type memory. That will certainly be revenge enough for having to clean up that mess. :)