I ended up working unusually late for a Friday night for a variety of reasons, fending off little girls who wanted my attention. The request from Thing 2 was for a new Minecraft mod, so when I finally walked out of the office, I turned and headed to the bedroom where both Thing 1 and Thing 2 were busily playing Minecraft.
And I recoiled in olfactory horror at the smell of poop that permeated the room. The girls suggested that someone had thrown dog poop into the wastebasket in the bathroom, so I handed it to Katie and sent it into exile downstairs to be disposed of.
I walked over to the computer where Julie wanted me to install the new Minecraft mod. The floor protector mat was smeared with material which they told me was mud.
Not so much, as I discovered when I finally got a delivery of paper towels and went to wipe it up.
Apparently, Ruby had escaped upstairs at some point and decided to lay a load right there. Then Julie, setting a new record for oblivious blonde child, proceeded to roll the office chair through it multiple times. This resulted in the casters being clogged with poop, poop smeared all over the mat, bits of poop that had escaped to far distant sections of floor.
I was just a wee bit displeased. "How," I demanded, "can you not notice that you are rolling through dog poop? Have you no sense of smell?"
Katie perkily replied, "I knew I smelled something."
"Then why didn't you do something about it?"
Gretchen came up and we spent about an hour cleaning up the mess with some degree of help from the girls. The casters were set to soak in the sink and were mostly cleaned up, but we have decided to buy a new set of casters anyway, as these are clogged with more fibers than can be removed in any reasonable length of time.
*thud* *thud* *thud*