Tub Surprise

In the interest of sharing the latest "ew", I thought I would relate my most recent experience with the seemingly never ending poo-tastrophes. Our regular habit is to follow breakfast time with bath time, resulting in a generally much easier clean up on Eileigh's part. Yesterday was a different story altogether. Eileigh has pretty much gotten into a routine: up in the morning, drink milk, walk around and poop, eat breakfast, take a bath, get dressed, poop, etc. Pooping takes up a significant portion of the day although she is frequently able to multi-task and I am unaware of her accomplishment until she careens by and I catch the rather fragrant essence trailing along behind her. So as is my custom, prior to dumping Eileigh in the tub I peeked into the backside of her diaper to ascertain the need for a full change and clean up. Nothing noticed, I stripped off her diaper as she stood there peering into the tub, letting the diaper fall to the floor- face down. I swung Eileigh into the tub, bent down to pick the diaper up and realized after doing so that there was poop all over my floor. Soggy, vegetable mush. I stared dumbfounded at the floor, progressed to staring at the diaper in my hand and (finally making the connection) turned my eyes toward Eileigh- now contentedly admiring all of the floaters whirling and swirling around her. I was stricken for several seconds, torn between the need to wipe up the floor to reach Eileigh and my desperation to keep Eileigh's hands OFF the new tub toys. As I hurriedly scrubbed the floor I kept one eye on Eileigh and informed "No, Eileigh, icky, no touch!" She then enjoyed running around naked while I drained the bathtub turned toilet and scrubbed everything from the tub to the smeared bath mat to every single toy that had simmered in the sewage. Finally finished, Eileigh enjoyed a freshly scrubbed bath tub while I made a strong mental note to always, always fully check the diaper PRIOR to plunging Eileigh into the tub.