I have never minded changing diapers,
And I have even washed my own cloth diapers.
(On occasion. I mean I used to. At least once. Shut up.)
I even subscribed to the just-put-him-in-underwear-’till-he-learns school of toilet training.
I am intimately familiar with my kids
Various bodily excrements,
In short.
But it has never really bothered me.
UNTIL TODAY.
Suffice it to say that they both have diarrhea.
So even though Colum is fully toilet trained
And made it to the toilet in time
There was still a little pre-leakage that had to be washed out of his underwear.
And even though he made it to the toilet again
While I was washing said underwear
There were still a couple droplets lost to the living room floor.
Which I discovered when I stepped in them.
That was just before I went to change Irene
And discovered that she had managed to poo
Into her jeans and onto the outside of her shirt and undershirt
Even though she was wearing a diaper
And there wasn’t even that much poo.
Then, while I was changing her, she stepped in it.
And I finally thought,
I have had enough of this crap.