At least I'm hoping there's at least one person out there who will read this and tell me that it was inevitable. That I'm not the only one who has ever walked into the restroom with my child; at a restaurant, nonetheless, only to look down and discover that there is poop oozing out of said child's diaper and subsequently all over my shirt.
All. Over. My. Shirt.
Yep, that was me, last night, at Roundtable Pizza. As I laid Emma down on the changing table in the very poorly lit handicap stall, she got super scared for some reason and started SCUH-REAMING. The arms shaking, you're the worst mom in the world if you don't pick me up this instant, scream. A kind of scream that rarely comes out of her sweet little face. Of course I couldn't pick her up to comfort her because there was poop all over everything. So at the warp speed of Super-Mom I started scrubbing my shirt and arm, meanwhile dropping half of the already scant supply of wipes in the toilet, whipped Emma's clothes off, scrubbed her down, bagged the poopy clothes, dressed her in a spare onesie, and passed her off to Matt so I could clean up the rest of the damage in the handicap stall that looked like it had been taken by storm. I could still hear her screaming bloody murder as I tried to get the stink out of my shirt and wiped off the poop that had somehow gotten on the diaper bag strap too.
Deep breath.
After what seemed like an eternity, I emerged from the bathroom, Emma had calmed down and we ate our pizza while she actually sat and played in the high chair. Needless to say, our trip to the puppy store was cancelled and the evening ended there.
I guess there's a first time for everything. The truth is, there isn't a thing in the world she could do to make me love her less.
1 comment:
We definitely had those moments with Cayden, "looking forward" to doing it all over again soon :)! Nice work with the clean up though!!!
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