So, go to DS to get him up and start the day. He smells.
This is not a surprise because he didn't poo all day y'day.
But oh boy he's made up for it now. Nappy full, vest full, pyjama legs full, clean up his back to his neck.
Give up on wipes when the fourth barely makes a dent, carry him to bathroom and commence showering him down. He hates showers, and in the course of an escape attempt flings an arm pleadingly round my neck.
I hadn't washed that bit yet. So my day started with handfuls, and then a face, full of poo. I think some may have gone on my mouth.
Haven't been able to face breakfast yet...