On Wednesdays we go up to my uncle and aunt's house for piano and violin lessons. I pick the kids up directly from school, so we are heavily loaded with backpacks, musical instruments and snacks. This week was no exception. As we were visiting with Jim near the end of our time there, Maren messed her pants. I went in the other room to change her and came back to go outside and throw the diaper away. On my way through the room where we visit, I thought that I'd pack a few things out to the car to leave just the herding of the children 'til the end. So I picked up Sarah's backpack, Rachel's violin case, the diaper bag, the music book bag, a few discarded wrappers, and my purse. You moms know how it is- you never seem to have enough hands. I walked out to the car and begin unloading all the gear into the back. As I started to lighten the load I remembered what my original mission was but couldn't remember where I'd left the diaper. I thought my trip had possibly been wasted. And then... I discovered that the diaper was wedged under my arm. And what's even worse, I thought for a second about it and decided that I had wrapped it tightly and it wasn't at risk for leaking on me, and I left it there until I got the trunk closed.
I started to think about the gross factor of this experience later on the ride home. I was trying to decide if it bothered me or not. So, other moms out there, tell me if there's something wrong with me. Should that have bothered me that I nonchalantly stuck a soiled diaper in my armpit? Does that reflect poorly on me that I left it there out of convenience?
No. I don't think so. I'm telling myself that it is merely a reflection of my acceptance of my current role. I think it demonstrated my love and acceptance of my children that I can carry around their excrement for them, and not have it affect my self esteem. I'm a mom, for crying out loud, and I can carry poop if I want to. In whatever manner I want to.
You know I wouldn't be going on like this if it had actually leaked, right? Ew, that would've been disgusting.
Friday, September 19, 2008
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It's like on Baby Mama when the sister's kid has something brown on his hands. "is that chocolate or poo?" she says as she tentatively takes a lick of the hand. "Chocolate." the sister says, relieved. "What if that had been poo?" Kate (tina fey's character) questions. Ah. it is all in the life of a mother. you are safe and sound, well within the norms of motherhood. I wouldn't worry one second about it. In fact, I would go tuck a diaper under your arm right now, just like football players need to practice to hone their craft, so must you.
i agree. There are plenty of things I do during the day that my husband or anyone not around kids all day would cringe at but..such is life. Aahh...the life of a mom. You know we are like solders, well trained for any combat or game of poop-ball!
Speaking as the mom who left the smudge of poo on her thumb until after wrangling the wiggly boy into his diaper and jammies I would have to say that, no, you are not wrong. Anybody who can't carry a poopy diaper in their armpit is a total lightweight. You are a hardcore mom. Wear it proudly.
Ha ha! I don't even flinch anymore when it comes to poop. It's a sign of good motherhood!
Did I see you driving by my house when I was leaving yesterday?
Unfortunately, I have had worse things under my armpit....(eww!)
Oh I LOVE this blog. Hilarious Amy--well said! It is funny to me that I can clean up my own kids' throw up, poop, yada yada and not even blink--it must be a special gift we get when we become mothers.
Securly wrapped dirty diapers are as durable and passable as a football. Although, my kids can catch them they fumble them the minute thy realize what they're holding. (Needless to say we've been babysitting Syd a bit lately) So I would compare your experience to a touch down with extra points for depositing not only the diaper but the misc kid stuff as well!
I have thought about this every time I am trying to carry 5 million items (which is all the time) I decided a poopy diaper under the arm is NO big deal. If you would have put it in your mouth or under you chin (a regular place for things to go when I run out of hands) I would definitely question....
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