It was 11:00 am and I was meeting a friend for brunch at a cute Parisian themed cafe. It’s a nice place….this was no Denny’s.
Towards the end of our yummy brunch (I had a broken egg sandwich with avocado and white cheddar) my friend was playing with Lottie at the table and she held her up in the air…and that is when I saw it. The poop that had escaped her diaper and strategically climbed up her back, taunting me. I grabbed Lottie and my diaper bag and headed to the ladies room.
Luckily they had a changing table (not all cafés do), so I put her down while she proudly smiled up at me saying ‘Look what I did mom’, and I’m sure happy to be getting a clean tush. I grab for my wipes and diaper, and my hand isn’t finding anything. My mind then vividly replays last night and discussing how I was using the last diaper and need to refill. But who has time for that. Recently my mommy memory has been seriously lacking.
Ok. So I don’t have a diaper, she can make it home. I wipe her back, cleaning it with a few wipe, take her poop stained onesie off and wipe around the diaper getting as much lingering brown as I can away. Next I reach for her change of clothes, to at least give her something fresh. Again nothing.
At this point I had to laugh out loud. Seriously??
I look into my daughters eyes as they scream back at me, “don’t you dare put my back in my poopy clothes and leave me in this dirty diaper”. For a moment I do consider how I can turn my new scarf I was wearing into a cute teal dress-toga for Lottie. But then, with apologetic eyes, I start putting on her vest (sans onesie) and her baby jeans she was wearing, that had just a touch of poop, back on. She started to fuss saying “mom, what are you thinking, not the clothes and the diaper, I promise I’ll never poop out again, just don’t make me sit in this”. I don’t blame her, but sometimes you just gotta make it work.
I got the check, which took another 15 minutes (our waitress didn’t understand that my now fuss bucket of a baby was marinating in her breakfast).
Driving home I knew this unfortunately wouldn’t be the last time…no matter how organized I try to be… sooner or later mommy brain will always win and the only thing you can do is laugh (and refill the diaper bag with diapers when you get home).