Let the s*&^ fly

Poo, for the past few days it has seemed I am living in an ever growing stinking mass of POO. I have no idea what I did to them but my kids both have diarrhea. Yesterday, Sam managed a bathroom visit before playgroup, at play group and twice at the grocery store. We made it to the potty every time, not bad for a two and a half year old with a very bad case of the runs.
We went to the park for a picnic lunch and then home for nap time. Now thinking that Sam had just eaten I very intuitively put a diaper on him (he prefers to sleep naked as a jay bird for nap time). About 15 minutes into his lie down he called up that he had to use the bathroom, so off I ran. He produced and I was in the process of putting him back to bed when he said"me no need diaper mommy, I just made poo and pee..." this was the turning point in my day.
I threw caution to the wind and listened to the advice of my 2 year old.
What was i thinking....something like "whatever, just go to sleep and don't wake your sister..."

Anyhow I am sure you think you know where my story is going, you're right.
After putting Sam down for his nap again, I headed out to fetch in the groceries, admire my tullips, and yell at the dog for being a constant source of annoyance. After about 10 minutes I came inside to hear "mommy I need you, help MEEEEE".

I ran up the stairs and threw open the door (which I always close so Sam is not enticed to come out of his bed to see what I am up to...) and there stood my naked, blond little man covered in poo.
He was standing about a foot inside the door, his little hands stretched out both of them dripping with something the same hue as rotten pea soup. God bless him he had tried to "catch" the mess that was flying out of his behind. On the floor there was poo. A lot of poo. Liquid, green, smelly poo, about 2ft in diameter. My kids was crying, all the while saying "you mad mommy, it an accident".
The only person I was mad at was me, what an idiot. I locked a naked two year old with the scoots in his room after he had eaten and drank a gallon of milk, then I went outside. I deserved this mess, what the hell was I thinking.

After an hour of scrubbing the dog has found a new favorite place to sleep...I guess he likes that smell.

If you have any great ideas about how to get pee soup poo out of a beige carpet, please do pass them along.