A science experiment, of sorts...

So Ryan didn't nap today. At all. He got 2 spankings for getting out of bed though (and, his trains are in indefinite time-out). Chris took Anna-Kate to the hockey game, so with early bedtime for my boy who fell asleep during a 5 minute car ride, I was anxiously awaiting my night alone to catch up with my tivo.

I got him ready for bed, threw the diaper downstairs, put him to bed, put on my jammies, then walked down to enjoy my bowl of humongous strawberries I got at Publix and watch some tv (nevermind that it was from last week).

Before I could walk to the kitchen to retrieve said strawberries, my venture was cut short by this. (I'm pretty sure this picture does not show the scene accurately.)



I was completely baffled by what this monstrous mess was myself. In case you are too, I present, my (unintentional) science project. Perhaps you didn't notice above that I tossed Ryan's (wet only) diaper downstairs. It landed on the wood floor (as I've done a million times). Key difference this time? The gel like substance that Pampers brilliantly uses to keep babies bums dry exploded. I'll paint the picture for you.

I got down on the floor (a feat in and of itself) and began inspecting the strange substance. Then, I was struck by the smell. Ahhh, lightbulb moment (though, sadly, not as profitable as Edison's lightbulb moment). Honestly, my first thought was, "well, at least I have something to blog about today." Then, I logically got a dishrag and began to clean it up. In case you've always wondered, urine in gel form doesn't wipe up. It sweeps up OK, until the broom gets wet. Same with the swiffer. So I had to go with the tried and true method of picking up piece by piece of a chunky mess and then meticulously cleaning the floor afterwards.

I'm not gonna lie, it put a damper on my evening.