Okay, it was really last week, but I forgot about it, if you can believe it.
We were in sunday school, and I got a wiff of a stinky diaper coming from a certain baby playing at my feet. I was glad for the excuse to get out of sunday school class, because I didn't understand what they were talking about. Literally; it was the spanish speaking class. So I hauled off Allie to the mother's room. I lay her down and took off her diaper before I realized it was much, much worse than I originally thought. It was all over the back of her onesie, and because I wasn't careful it got on the hem of her dress. Not to mention the changing table. And I only had two inadequate wipes, dang it. So I made several trips to the paper towel dispenser, wetting them down in the sink, Allie sitting there naked, crying because the sound of the paper towels ripping scared her, and just when I thought it was all under control she peed all over the changing table. More trips for paper towels . . . a large quantity of hand sanitizer all over the changing table to disinfect it . . . finally a diapered and somewhat-happy baby, but now a naked baby. I always keep a spare onesie for such situations, but I had forgotten a spit-up rag, and had used that onesie, so it was all soggy and old-formula-stinky. Unbelievable. The sunday school lesson was probably about being prepared. So I went out with the naked baby and another mom saw me and started pulling stuff out of her diaper bag to find some clothes for Allie . . . headband . . . tights . . . shoes . . . socks . . . nothing. So I made a trip home and got her some nice warm pj's, and she fell asleep in the carseat so the rest of church was uneventful.
I'd like to say I learned my lesson, but today when I went to change her there were still no wipes in the diaper bag.
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