The Poo Fiasco of 2011

As a mother, if you haven't had at least one poop 'fiasco' then I just don't know what is wrong with your children, Ha-Ha-Ha (think of that being said in an exhausted, very sarcastic tone). I'm lucky enough that I've had at least one with each child. Perfect? I think so.
Now, let me explain my hours to you. My children go to bed at around 9pm. After that is my writing and editing time. It isn't unusual for me to be up until 2am writing. Especially when my husband is on a night shift.
Fast forward to last night. It was a night like any other. Nothing special or unusual. I was up until one thirty in the morning doing some writing. By that time I was feeling completely exhausted and decided it was time to go to bed. (My one year old has not been sleeping well lately, which means I don't sleep either.)
I climbed the stairs, trudged down the hall and opened my bedroom door.
The smell hit me like a linebacker. It was entirely unexpected and completely gag worthy. In fact, if said linebacker had come charging out of my room, I would have been less surprised. (Okay, not really...)
After telling myself it was only poop and that I would try to keep Eden asleep while I changed her... I stepped into the room.
At this point I was thinking I hope I didn't wake her up while I changed her. THAT was before I turned on my bathroom light and saw what had gone on. Apparently someone (me) had changed her diaper and put it on crooked. What must have happened after that... I assume control was lost and playtime began.
My precious, adorable, sleeping little baby had poo EVERYWHERE. I had no idea where to begin. It was nearing two in the morning and I still didn't want to wake her up.
At first I was thinking a towel. A wet towel until morning and then I'll hose her down. But that didn't fix the bedding problem.
And so I woke her up. She giggled and laughed and cooed while I stuck her nekked bum in the shower and hosed her off. I do believe that she had danced in the poo, it was the only explanation I could think of for why she had it up to her calves but then nothing from her waist up (thankfully).
Once the shower was over, I stripped the bedding, cleaned the crib bars and got a fresh diaper put on the little one.
It was a dirty job, but I did it. It took me until two thirty, but she was clean, the crib was clean, the sheet and blankets were clean, and I could go to bed.
Fast forward an hour to when my sweet, precious baby was still awake and trying to talk to me. Banging her crib into the wall and chatting away like we were sitting down for tea and cookies.
Eventually she went to sleep. I was nearing incoherent by that time, however, and so I don't remember what exact time it was.
Moral of the story? Take the time to make certain both bum cheeks are in the diaper. 
I was able to laugh about the entire thing while I was going about cleaning her, so I guess not all is lost. After all, if a parent can't laugh at themselves anymore, they're in big trouble.