Sometimes we do things we're so embarrassed by ... like this past weekend when we were at the park. Everett was swinging and swinging and swinging. Every time I'd slow down he'd say, "MORE SWINGING!" I'm sure it was a good hour until he finally decided heading home was a good idea. So I pulled him out of the swing and we raced to the car.
When I put him in his car seat, I realized he was wet on his butt. Now it had crazy-rained the day before, so I didn't think twice about it at first, but then I checked his diaper. It. Was. POOP. Oh my gosh, poor Everett and his double ear infection are about halfway through the antibiotic ...and if you've had a kid on an antibiotic ... you know the runny, yucky, horrific stuff that comes out of their cute, little butts. So I first thought of grabbing a wipe, paper towel or anything I could get my hands on to go clean the swing, but then I saw that there was already a little girl in the swing and her daddy was smiling and pushing her up high in the sky. Who would I be to ruin that special moment for them? So I closed the door, started the car and raced home.
I can't stop thinking about that dad lifting his daughter out of the swing and being extremely stumped at first at how his daughter got poop on her butt without having a dirty diaper. Then slowly realizing that it had to be another kid's poop and getting extremely grossed out and angry. I'm SO ashamed and mortified. And I really wish I would've been wearing a less memorable color than orange. Dear Diary ... please don't tell anyone.