Boy, what a weekend! First I’ll start with the tip of the day and then explain why.
If you just want to buzz into a store or run a quick errand and your back can’t take one more trip with that loaded down diaper bag, take a small sized makeup bag and tightly roll up a onesie, a diaper and a travel size tube of diaper cream (if necessary) and slip them in the makeup bag. For messier needs, you can take one or two diaper wipes and put them in a sandwich baggie and tightly roll them and put them in the bag as well. Now you have an emergency cleanup kit to throw in your purse or carry alone that doesn’t take up much space (or weigh more than your kid) in case you experience what I did…
So there I was standing in the Old Navy check out line with sweat dripping down the back of my legs (why is it always so hot in there?!) secretly begging for a clerk to stop folding shirts and open one more register for the the love of all that is holy so I can just go home and be done with this day. Mind you, my sweet six month old was also so very, very done and at this point I basically tuned out his low-key whining and hoped he would just go to sleep. As he continued to increase his efforts to get my attention I finally took pity on my poor, sweaty baby boy and decided it wouldn’t be that difficult to just take him out of that detestable stroller and cuddle him while we were waiting. With one swift movement, I proceeded to smear butterscotch ripple straight from his overworked Huggie all over my left arm, my dress, the stroller straps and every inch of his little outfit. It looked like we just took first prize in a mud run sponsored by Frenches Mustard. The poor older woman behind us in line looked equally as desperate to get out of that store and the display she just witnessed about sent her over the proverbial edge. In fact, I think she would have rather eaten her right arm than deal with this stressed out mommie and the smell emanating from our vicinity. But what could I do? You bet your butt I wasn’t losing the place in line I worked so hard for. But I was utterly stuck. No wipes, no diaper bag, nothing. Thank goodness I had my sister Sarah of Sarah’s Library there with me for this epic moment of motherhood. She took home the auntie gold medal for her act of heroism. While she scooped up my bundle of crying, stinky joy and took him to the car for a change, I was able to make it through the line without further incident. But I tell you, there was nothing like the poop covered walk of shame I took over what seemed like six hundred miles between Old Navy and my car.
Modern Mommie 