So I totally feel like the ungrateful American, but surely this is a good excuse.
I was out late with the kids. Ended up waiting on a friend who is going to do some work at our yet to be lived in house in Toccoa, so it was important to wait. We are on the way home wwwaaayyyy too late (9:45pm) and I smell that smell any mother recognizes. It's that not normal poop smell. Simeon's little tummy has been off the last day or so and this is OBVIOUSLY one of those times. Everyone is tired, Mama included.
We arrive home and I'm anxious to get them to bed. I grab a diaper and a box of wipes, but quickly realize that THIS is gonna be messy. Without being too graphic, this has got to be one of the worst diapers I've ever seen (back, front, side and everything in between). I quickly decide that this would be done better in the bathtub.
I run to the bathroom holding him as far away from me as I can...mind you diaper is still on. I put him in the tub and take the diaper off and start getting to work some with wipes. After wipe 5 or 6 I realize that it's just not working. At this point I'm "dirty" too. SO, I go to turn on the water in the bathtub to take care of business.... OH WAIT, This is the 3rd time in the last month that the neighborhood is mysteriously without water. WHAT GREAT TIMING. So, poop EVERYWHERE and no water. I start chucking it from the back of the toilet just to get the boy (and myself) clean. I know there are many people who live with unreliable water sources at best...but this is America right?
Serves me right, last time the water quit my first thought was how I would manage without coffee the next morning.
~~ the ugly American ~~
P.S. I thought it would be best to NOT post a picture with this one... You're Welcome :)