The Blue-Poop Monster

I think for a moment to just toss the linen and purchase a whole new set. But no- It's brand new. My mom was the type to throw out everything that was "destroyed" because she was too pessimistic to believe cleaning actually worked. Or perhaps with four kids and a full time job, she was just too overwhelmed to believe in solutions. In any case, I refuse to let go of a perfectly good sheet set before exhausting all my options. I will go broke finding a stain-removal product that actually works. I will spray until my trigger finger goes numb. I will wash and rewash, and rewash again in the hopes that this will be the cycle to erase the blue oil pastel from my brand new white damask comforter.

And then I spot the feces.

It seems the suspect climbed out of her playpen and knocked everything off the dresser on her way to the laundry basket which she apparently crawled over to reach the oil pastels. At this point, I assume, she ate the tips of every color (leaving bite marks as evidence) before pooping in the corner. It is unclear if she then carried some of the droppings with her and placed them by the dresser, or if she just took another dump near it. The trail ends in the bathroom where the lid of my toilet is now a work of blue pastel art.

I go to work, first cleaning up the poop before Fluffy makes a snack out of it. Next I soak the bedding in Spray n Wash and say a few prayers for it before starting the washing machine. When it's cycle ends I will know that God was listening; my sheets are fine. Lysol worked well enough to clean the majority of the pastel off the toilet, but months later there is still one stubborn blue streak serving as a reminder of this event.

It is obvious I need to find a new place for nap time. An empty room, or better yet Fluffy's kennel. Some place my little darling can't climb out of or do any damage to. "Monkey-Bear" has definitely been a fitting nickname thus far.