i left to pick up eldest son for a doctor's appointment. left in plenty of time. then things kinda went to heck and i became somewhat late...
daughter complained of a stomach-ache, then started screaming in her car seat. needed to go potty. i pulled over at a gas station. discovered quite graphically that the giant diaper i stole from my friend's house (too lazy to bring in the diaper bag with me when I stopped by for tea) had not been equal to the task. poo everywhere. pants, shirt, jacket, all up her back, in her hair.
naturally, no spare clothes. no wipes, even. just the pull-up i had shoved in the pocket of my coat. and i was now fifteen minutes later than i wanted to be. and it is winter in minnesota.
i rinsed things out as best i could, but couldn't very well take her outside in wet clothing.
ready for the punchline?
i put her in my sweater, wrapped the sleeves around her waist, and went out in my unmentionables and a winter coat. (they weren't even nice unmentionables. they were the ones that make you hope to god you won't be hit by a car when you are wearing them because even dead you would be embarrassed) and my coat is missing a crucial, centrally-located button.
i did manage to borrow a size 10 girl's shirt from elementary school nurse so i could change into-- um actual clothing-- shortly after checking eldest son in for his appointment.
grateful? day is done. going to bed.
Quaker, teacher, parent,