This past Friday I took my sons and the two children I was watching to Orange Leaf, this amazing frozen yogurt place, to celebrate the end of VBS and the last day the other kiddos were going to be with us. We're going to miss them so much!
Rarely do I meet up with my family, but my sister was free of her children and my mom had the day off, so they met us there. My mom said, "I caught a whiff of the bathroom or something." Only, we were nowhere near the bathroom. About that time, my 14-month-old leaned forward in his stroller, and my mom said, "Uh, Melissa...he's got it all the way up his back." dun-dun-duuuuuu
I quickly rush out to the car to grab the diaper bag, and I had just come from church bible study, and no one had warned me there were NO MORE DIAPERS. I look in the lunch bag I keep with an extra diaper, wipes and snacks (because my child is a messy bottomless pit)...and there is NO SPARE DIAPER! I am in a frenzy! What am I going to do?!?!
Thankfully my mom watched the other kids finish their yogurt while I go into the bathroom...and there is NO CHANGING STATION! It's one giant bathroom where you lock yourself in the whole room, and that means no other woman in the place better need to go or I'm probably going to bark at her. My sister took my debit card to go to Target to buy diapers, literally across the parking lot. I had to have been in the bathroom for 15 minutes at least. I took paper towels and laid my baby down on the bathroom floor. EWW! The paper towels were sticking to the poop on his backside. EW! I did have plenty of wipes, so I just started wiping like a mad person. When he looked clean, then I put him in the overly large sink and proceeded to soap him up and give him a bath. I dried him off with the paper towels and cleaned up the floor. Then I realize...the stroller. We had only had it a few days. We needed a bigger one because he overflowed the little umbrella one we had been using. And this thing doesn't come apart to be washed. Great. Why didn't I think of that before we bought it? Grrrrrr....
I figure someone must need to use the bathroom by now. I had already chased the child all over the place trying to clean him up and dry him off. He was laughing like a hyena the whole time. I'm glad he thought it was funny (well, I guess it kinda was). So I wrap some napkins around him, put him back in the stroller, and push him through the near capacity yogurt shop as quickly as I can, hoping no one will realize he isn't actually wearing a diaper. I don't care that he's naked as much as I care that he might repeat the episode all over again and send these people scattering and fast! I motion to my mom to bring the other kids outside and pack them in the car. It's close to 100 degrees.
I load them up in the car and turn the air on full blast. And my sister still isn't back yet???? My mom said she had just called asking what size clothes he wears! WHAT?!? Why?!? I have spare clothes, but I really just want to go home. The kids mom is going to be there to pick them up in 30 minutes, and the oldest is already saying she doesn't feel good. uh-oh
She still isn't back. I think it was close to 40 minutes to get diapers and some clothes!! And she didn't even leave the parking lot! I love her, but really? I didn't care what brand, what color, how much...if I would have known it was going to take that long, I would've chanced him doing it all over the car seat and just gone home. That's only 15 minutes away. But it all worked out okay. We made it home on time for the kids to go home. My sister paid for the diapers and clothes. And the baby...well, see for yourself.
