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omfg. kill me now.
So I'm standing in line at the grocery store, my son on my hip. The woman behind me taps me on the shoulder to tell me that I'm standing in a puddle of $hit because my son's diaper leaked, ran out of his pants, ran down my pants, and all over the floor.
I had just run into the store to buy milk and eggs, so I didn't bring a diaper bag. Of course. So I abandon my cart, run all the way across the store, grab a box of diapers and wet wipes, blow past the "No unpaid merchandise across this point" sign and into the washrooms. OMG. I have diarrhea on me, diarrhea all over Ethan, and all over the bottom of our shoes. I strip him down, use half the box of wipes to clean us up, and decide there's no saving his clothes. I seriously debate the pros and cons of running out of the store with my stolen diaper and wet wipes, until I remember that my purse is in the cart. I consider leaving my purse in the cart until I remember that my car keys are in my purse. So I leave the washroom and get back in line with Ethan wearing just a diaper. Then I realize that there are poo footprints all the way across the store from our mad run to the diaper aisle and the washroom.
I pay for my stuff, admit to the cashier what happened so he can call the clean-up crew (which he didn't! does he not understand the words "diarrhea explosion"?!), and bolt. I brave the probably 15 angry stares from people wondering why I'm carrying my son in just a diaper across the parking lot in the cold.
Social services is so knocking on my door tonight.
Now I've got poo in my shoes and poo on my car seat (because no amount of wet wipes could actually remove the poo from my hip and leg). But I have eggs and milk.
Re: omfg. kill me now.
I think you did a fantastic job with what you had to work with.
I hope your day gets better. Enjoy a glass of wine and have H give you some rubbing later. Hope your LO is feeling better, too.
I'm so sorry this happened to you! It sounds rather hellish. I hope the rest of your day is much better.
It reminds me of a similar story I read in a novel (can't remember which one). Anyway, in the novel it didn't occur to the poor woman to get dipes and wipes from the store, so she covered her baby up with paper towels and became a local legend.
You so deserve those chocolates!
Though it may not feel like it now, this will be an amazing story to tell at parties. Maybe not dinner parties though...
awww so horrible!
BUT you should save this story for the future for sure
Hey, our parents saved stories like this about us.