Oh Poop

Here's a dirty little story from yesterday, boiled down to the basics because Alex is upstairs watching some tv and is sure to realize I'm gone soon:

Alex got a time out yesterday afternoon for beating up Gabey. Nothing unusual. So, she's up there doing whatever it is that she does in her room when she's in time out, and I'm changing Gabe's clothes because he's drooled his way through yet another outfit. Then the screaming starts.

Now, I'm used to Alex screaming her way through the day, because it's just how she communicates right now. Not good, and we're working on it, but it's clearly just in her nature to scream every time she needs something, doesn't need something, blah blah blah. Whatever. But this screaming was the scream of a frantic Alex who was frantic for a good reason. For once.

It seems she pooped in her pants because she didn't want to leave her room before the timer went off for her time out. And then tried to escape her poopy drawers, which were unsurprisingly sticky. Getting poop all over her legs and a little on the floor. I knew we got brownish carpet for a reason! Now, I am at this point locked in a contest of wills with Gabey over the little matter of him being naked and moist while I want him clothed and dry. She's screaming about poop, and I'm torn, but made the right decision and left Gabey floundering in just a diaper and drool.

Oh, and I have a huge-ish headache and nausea, which incidentally is still hanging around a little bit today. But I digress.

So, Alex is covered in poop, Gabe is screaming, because who doesn't like screaming when someone else is screaming, and then Jeff appears to whisk away the naked, wet baby while I deal with Queen Poopsmore.

In an anticlimactic end to the story, I popped in the shower with her to maximize the chances of her emerging poop-free, and Jeff ordered pizza, since it didn't look like dinner was getting made any time soon. Gabe was dressed, Alex soon cleaned up, and life proceeded from there.

Gabe had a bad night, which was extra bad because I was dealing with chills, nausea, a headache, and general crankiness for some odd reason. Jeff took over, evidenced by the hushed "Shut up shut up shut up." whispers coming from Gabe's monitor, and I shivered and tried not to hurl. I didn't hurl, Gabe did finally shut up, and we finally got to sleep.

And now Alex has permission to take time outs, at least in part, in the bathroom.