Yesterday may have been a mommy-ing low point.
Allow me to pitch a purely hypothetical situation that may or may not have taken place on a certain Monday.
Imagine, if you will, that a purely hypothetical mother one day decided that her two little boys would be okay to play together in a bedroom with toys while she put laundry away less than 5 feet from that bedroom door. And imagine that she looks in to see that they're playing nicely and she thinks it would be okay to do a quick clean up in the bathroom too (also within 5 feet of that door). She checks on them between each little task, and mentally pats herself on the back because these 2 hypothetical little boys are playing so very well AND she's getting some housework done.
Now imagine that not even 1 minute has passed after that self-congratulatory moment when the older one yells "Mama, there's poop EVERYWHERE!"
A *hypothetical* 2-year-old may have spent a sneaky two minutes pooping in his underwear and then taking said underwear off and spreading poop about the room. He may also have stepped in it and rubbed it all over his shirt.
Thank goodness for hypothetical carpet cleaners.