It all smells like POOP!

Everything in my house smells like poop! Everything! I am not kidding.

Last night/this morning, Kenson had a messy poopy diaper while sleeping. So he woke up this morning crying and D started cleaning that up. We then realized that our dogs who are always kenneled at night were standing on the stairs. So I went downstairs to put them away and was greeted by trash everywhere. Apparently, their kennel did not get latched last night. So at some point in time, they got out. (I thought I heard them around 5 a.m. but I was content in my bed and decided I was delusional.) They knocked over our kitchen garbage which had all sorts of goodies in it. An ice cream container. Styrofoam plates I had used to hold paint for a craft project. Cheese wrappers. And, of course, poopy diapers. And being the wonderfully ever charming canines that they are, they decided to eat all of it. Not the wrapper or the diapers so much. Just the contents of the wrappers and the diapers. Of course, being that they are not primates and are missing opposable thumbs, their garbage can adventures caused things to be strung from one place to another. It meant shredded wrappers and shredded diapers. It meant one gigantic mess.

The floors have been swept and swiffered and mopped and Chloroxed. The sheets have been stripped. The pajamas have been washed. But it still reeks.

As D put it, in the absence of something important to write about, write about poop.