One of the great ironies of my situation in life is that while I so far am unable to have children, in my job I get to watch some of the worst parenting there is on this earth. I could tell some stories that would break your heart, but I learned a while ago that they tend to clear a room at parties, so I have trained myself not to. I'm not one for taking away anyone's personal freedoms, but after some of the things I've seen, I'm all for having to earn the right to have children. And I can say that after yesterday, if I haven't earned it, well...there is no justice in this universe.
If the first incident of my niece Elizabeth getting a sudden case of the runs in a public park and my hand washing the diarrhea out of her bikini bottom in a public restroom sink so she could go back out to play without embarrassment wasn't enough, then the second has to be. That was the one when the diarrhea came back with such force that it ran out of the pull-up and all over the booth of the restaurant in which we ate lunch. That was the same occurrence in which I discovered there were no wipes in the diaper bag and I had to clean her bum and legs (yes, it ran down her legs) with plain toilet paper and then pick the stray pieces of toilet paper that stuck to the diarrhea off of her skin by hand. All while trying to control my gag reflex and keep a neutral expression on my face. Yes, I believe I have earned my mommy stripes now.
Here's Ian flashing the international symbol for "loser" at me (or does he mean looser...as in stool?):
OMG! There were no wipes??? I'm so sorry. So, so sorry. Trust me though, when it's your own kid and you've changed 50,000 poopy, runny diapers, you won't bat an eye. But yes, you've earned Auntie of the year about 50 times this year.=) We love you!
Posted by: Eileen | August 07, 2005 at 04:21 PM