I can imagine that being a mother is a rather tough job, so please, all you mothers (or soon to be), do not think that I do not appreciate all you do: Pick the kids up from day care, drop the kids off, feed the kids, give the kids their baths, dress the kids, put them to bed, throw their dirty diapers out the car window.
You heard right. I try to imagine a scenario where this would be okay, but one has yet to come to mind. Let me be the first to say I know babies can produce an astronomical amount of poo and your immediate response after seeing such a mess might be to get rid of it the fastest way you know how. The first time I changed little Henry's, I was blown away by not only the color of his poo, but also the fact that he produced more poo in volume than his very own body weight. It was truly amazing. Ever since then I have been fascinated with babies' poo.
WhatI am not fascinated with is this: Getting out of my car and nearly stepping on a stranger's poopie diaper.
The other night Trey and I met our friends Toby and Kate at a nice restaurant here in town for a glass of wine and pleasant conversation. It was a fabulous night, pefect for middle of the week entertainment. However, the evening started off... well... a little stinky.
I steped out of my car and was approximately three inches from what appeared to be a very poopie diaper.
WhatI am not fascinated with is this: Getting out of my car and nearly stepping on a stranger's poopie diaper.
The other night Trey and I met our friends Toby and Kate at a nice restaurant here in town for a glass of wine and pleasant conversation. It was a fabulous night, pefect for middle of the week entertainment. However, the evening started off... well... a little stinky.
I steped out of my car and was approximately three inches from what appeared to be a very poopie diaper.
Naturally, I took a picture of the evidence in hopes that a Hattiesburg reader is out there and will confess to committing such a crime.
Really. My shoes were almost covered in some stranger's mess. If you look closely you can see the tip of my shoe: proof of what a close call it was.
MOTHER TIP OF THE DAY: Please, for the sake of cute shoes everywhere: dispose properly of your children's waste.
Really. My shoes were almost covered in some stranger's mess. If you look closely you can see the tip of my shoe: proof of what a close call it was.
MOTHER TIP OF THE DAY: Please, for the sake of cute shoes everywhere: dispose properly of your children's waste.
7 comments:
That's disgusting. It made me gag...
Trace~
Ugh...I can't even begin to imagine doing that. How much grosser can someone get?
YOU'RE KIDDING!
it wasn't me unless my baby daddy did it.
i am going to throw up. ew.
on a side note, i saw something about the treatment of chinese girls in orphanages today and thought of you. it was so sad. they are tied to chairs so they are "easier to manage" and there is a bucket under the chairs for a makeshift toilet. so sad. i hope you get your chinese baby one day!!
sick, heath. i almost threw up when i saw that. don't worry. i promise to always dispose properly of SB's BMs.
ps i think she's going to be born today. i'm pushing real hard.
also, i couldn't help but laugh at the thought of you taking that picture. i can just see some innocent bystander watching you get out of your car, stop, shriek, then get back in your car to find your camera, then taking a picture of a poopie diaper. then walking into the restaurant feeling very satisfied with yourself, and already composing the blog you were going to post with that photo.
Hey, Heather...Isn't the Robert Browning quote, "The best is yet to be."? LJLL
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