Another Zara Episode

WARNING: If you have a very weak stomach or can't handle poo stories then please go elsewhere.

Let me take you on a little journey of my first half hour of my morning. I woke up at 9:20 to Zara rattling her door knob. I looked at the time and smiled to myself thinking how lovely it was that I was able to sleep in. It's a luxury that I don't often get so enjoying the moment I got out of bed and got dressed while listening to Zara knocking on her door saying 'come in mommy, come in'. I answered her invitation and went into her room. First I seen that she was sitting on the floor taking off some tags on a new shirt, a couple seconds later I see that she has taken most things out of her dresser. Nothing new there....and then I smelled it. It was defiantly a dirty diaper. I look at Zara and notice that she IS NOT wearing a diaper. There it is sitting on her bed but it wasn't dirty and that was the exact moment I looked down at the pile of clothes and my sweet precious daughter had gone to the bathroom all over her clean clothes. It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't stepped in it, sat in it and smeared it all over her room. DISGUSTING. I think I just stood there shocked for about 5 minutes not knowing what to do first. I snapped out of it when Zara started playing with her toes and telling me that they were stinky. When am I ever going to learn that sleeping in has consequences.