One of the guys I work with and I are having a gross-out contest. Not intentionally, really, it started on Monday with a couple of odd-ball stories. Here's my latest attempt from my lunch out with Kate yesterday:
Towards the end of lunch out, Janet and I started to smell something a little foul. Sure enough, Kate was stinky. No problem. Being the second-kid mom I am, I grabbed the container of wipes and a diaper and headed to the bathroom. Turns out her entire left thigh was covered. The jeans she had on were completely unsalvageable, and we lost a sock in the diaper changing process. So by the time I cleaned her up, which took several minutes even for a pro, she looked like this: christmas sweater, onesie that was not too damaged in the assult, one sock, two shoes. No pants. Plus, it was about 30 degrees here yesterday. Naturally, I had no change of clothes with me-- she never does this! And I'm a pro! So Janet made a quick trip to the closest store, a dollar store, with not a pant in sight. Janet returned with a sweatshirt she had in the car. We stuck one leg in each arm and carried her out to the car, because of course I had to pick up Sam from preschool afterwards. Kate was fine until we tried to buckle her in the car seat, and the hood from the sweatshirt made the buckle a little bit tight, not to mention looking pretty odd. We survived it all with only a few odd looks at preschool, and when I told Sam's teacher we both laughed. All in a day's work...
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