It's a Poop Factory...

...and I'm the janitor! Poor Justine. I feel like we are in potty training mode again. A side effect of one of her meds is diarrhea. What a joy! NOT!! {If you can't handle poop stories stop reading now.} It wouldn't be so bad if she knew when it was coming. Today she was upstairs in the playroom while I was downstairs feeding Ethan. I hear, "MOMMY!" I finish feeding Ethan then go upstairs to find her in the bathroom, no clothing from the waist down. She was at the sink attempting to clean out her dirty underwear the way Mommy does it. She was proud of it too! But she had poop all down her leg, on the rug, on the floor, on the toilet seat...I think that's all. I put her in the tub to clean her up then made her leave the bathroom while I cleaned up everything else. While I was doing that Ethan decided it was time for #2 in his diaper. I'm going on strike! I've had enough poop for the day!