8 months into a new-build home, my wife flew to Washington state for a wedding, leaving me home with a 3 year old daughter and almost 2 year old son.

I wake up the first morning to my son crying, so I go in and start changing his diaper on the floor. As soon as I open it up, it is straight diarrhea and it's falling out of the sides and back of the diaper. While doing this, my daughter(who had fallen asleep in my bed), started screaming bloody murder. I wrap up my son in a towel, to go into my room, and my daughter is standing in the middle of my bed, her feet underneath a puddle of diarrhea. I am not exaggerating the fact that I could not see her feet.

So, I stuck my son in the standing shower, ran downstairs, grabbed a garbage bag, and had my daughter stand in it so I could carry her into the shower. While they were just enjoying the shower, I ran back downstairs to the garage, grabbed 2 tarps, and laid the tarps down on the floor of their room, and covered them with bed sheets. We proceeded to spend the next couple of days in that room. Moved a tv in there, ate our meals in there, etc.

We got a new mattress the night mom got back from her trip. This is now known as the Poop Soup trip.