Fireworks

We took our camper and met our extended family at the lake this past week to enjoy the 4th of July holiday. While we did enjoy the traditional fireworks show over the lake, Catie decided to surprise us with her own fireworks spectacular.

I awoke on Friday morning, 4th of July, to the awful smell of poop. First I looked at my sleeping husband and thought, "Pheww - gross!" Then reality hit... Catie. Uh oh. I dashed out of bed and ran the short distance to her bunk at the other end of the camper. Words cannot describe the scene that met my eyes and nose.

The child was still asleep. But her white sheet was streaked with fairly fresh poop and globs of it were everywhere - on the sheets, on the blankies. Even the stuffed bear and her sippy cup were not spared. She apparently grazed the wall in her sleep, because there was a nice swoosh of the stuff along the wall. Catie's back, from between her toes up to her hair, were smeared with poop. Ooohhhhhh... I have a pretty tough stomach and I was gagging. I'm so glad Brian was still asleep. He does NOT handle this stuff well and I didn't want two messes to clean up.

At this point, Catie awoke and immediately realized her condition. The poor child got up and went to the corner and just stood there, watching me clean what I could of the mess. My heart broke for her! I could tell she was ashamed, but it was not her fault and I wasn't mad. I kept telling her this, but I don't think she understood. I finally just folded everything on her bed into the sheet and gave Catie a bath.

Thankfully, God is in control even in the small things! There were no laundry facilities at the lake, but we had already planned to Brian's dad's house that day. So, feeling like a college student again, I called my father-in law and meekly asked, "Can I do laundry at your house today?"