This morning was Maxwell Gregor Van Anderson’s first day in his new home. Up until last night, he had been residing in the swanky hotel IWK Health Centre in Halifax.
After this morning’s feeding, what can only be described as a small explosion erupted from within Max’s diaper, and it was a good one; must’ve lifted him three inches off my lap. So, off we went to the changing area, to discover something peculiar – somehow Max was wearing two diapers at once. (I thought it looked larger than his usual under wear, but it was early early in the morning when momma changed him last.)
I quickly cleaned Max and switched him into his clean undies (unfortunately both original diapers were lost in the blast), tucked him back into his little bed, kissed momma goodnight (morning?), and then exited the bedroom to get ready for work, only to discover some lovely clumps of wet, off-yellowish poop stuck to my T-shirt and pajama pants.
Crap!
What’s the point?
Maybe this: like it or not, despite your best efforts, and regardless of how many layers of protection you use to shield yourself against the nastier things in life, poop is going to happen, and sometimes when it happens… it’s going to get on you.
Are you ready to handle it?
Yes… CRAP! indeed.
I love it