Holy Crap (Literaly!)

Ned has been having a crazy semester. It's his last one, and there's only 5 credits left, but I swear it feels like 15 credits. Between work and school, he's been gone at least 13 or 14 hours every day this week. Jack and I decided we would go to the school to have dinner with him last night, because it was probably the only chance we would get to spend some time with him. I packed up the baby, the diaper bag, and the stroller and headed down to UVU.


After trekking up the hike that is student parking in a nasty rain/snow mix we had a nice little dinner with Ned. Because the weather was so bad and the baby was asleep, I decided that I would just wait for Ned to finish up his meeting and then let him help me back to the car. Towards the end of Ned's meeting, Jack needed a diaper change. Not a cute little wet one that I could discreetly change on my lap, but super stinky, nasty one. I shot Ned a look that said "you're lucky you got out of this one, but the next one is all you!", grabbed the diaper bag, and headed out in search of a ladies room.

We found it, but unfortunately there was no changing table. That's okay, I think they're disgusting and covered in germs; I'll just put his changing pad on the counter. Wait, they're all pedestal sinks! How am I going to do this??! Then I spotted a metal book shelf, you know the kind they have in school restrooms. It was about 6 inches deep and above my shoulders, so I couldn't see very well. To make matters worse, Jack had filled not only his diaper, but about half of his onesie, too. It took some pretty tricky maneuvering to get it off of him without covering his face in poo, but we managed. I'm actually lucky, though. Right before I left, I added more wipes to my case. I only had two left, and ordinarily, I wouldn't have bothered with it since he had already pooped that morning. Two would be plenty for a wet diaper, but something made me go back and add more right at the last second before I left. Thank goodness!!