In hindsight, I really should have gathered my emotions and taken 30 seconds to grab the camera for this memorable Sami episode  It had been a busy morning and I had just put both kids down for a nap, added the finishing touches to my roast beef sandwich and had plans to do a little relaxing during this rare time of peace and quite.  What's that I hear? Sounds like Sami hollaring upstairs...it sounds like she means business.  Probably just another dirty diaper (this had been the routine for the past five days in a row just after settling in for naptime).  I enter her room prepared for the knock-me-down, make-my-eyes-water, wave of stench.  But oh no, not this time. Something very different...there she was standing in her bed covered in diaper rash ointment from head to toe, looking like a little wild banshee.  She had emptied the entire container of thick white cream and had smeared it everywhere...on the sheets, pillow, blanket, window blinds...get the picture? And she just looked at me with wonder, like she had no idea why I had such a look of horror on my face. 

I think I'll laugh about this in a few days. Right now I just want to remain a tad bit bitter that my big plans of alone time were derailed and instead, I have a pile of additional laundry to deal with.  And not only that, but while I was dealing with the chaos upstairs, my husband ate my roast beef sandwich :(.