Whoever Said “Poopy Happens” Must Have Been A Mom

by Leslie

I made a major Mommy faux pas today while at an indoor play center with Julia’s playgroup.

About ten minutes after we arrived, just as I was talking about Julia’s recent, successful, spontaneous self-motivated potty training attempts, she pooped. At first whiff, I didn’t think it was Julia because the odor was so strong and she was playing all the way across the room, but it quickly became obvious that she was the source of the overwhelming stink that was the result of an exclusive two-day canteloupe diet and could only be described as a Doo-Doo Heartbreaker. Thankfully, I had thrown an extra Pull-Up in the car, even though I’d neglected to bring the diaper bag. So I scooped her up, made a quick dash to the car and came back inside to take advantage of their wonderfully baby-friendly bathroom facilities.

I got Julia cleaned up and changed, but was left with a diaper dilemma: How do I get rid of this smell? I had already tried dropping the loose pieces of poop into the toilet to flush them, but this poopy was really welded to the Pull-Up. I didn’t have any diaper baggies and didn’t think it was wise to walk the bomb out through the play area and to my car. So, I wrapped it up as best I could and shoved it deep into the trash can believing the odor would be contained there. We washed our hands and went out to resume playtime with our friends, closing the bathroom door behind us.

The children played and the moms talked. At one point, the subject of this blog and corresponding website came up. I was really excited to talk about it and started to tell them how My Mommy’s Place began and what I hoped to achieve through it. As I went on, the poopy stench encroached upon our area. It was like a Peppy Le Pew cartoon where the swirling, green aroma creeps up and tickles the nose of helpless victims whose eyes bug out just before they lose consciousness. Trying to ignore it, I kept right on talking about this post where I did the unthinkable and wore sweatpants in public.

Later, the woman in charge of the play center came out of her within-earshot office and went into the bathroom to try and resolve the undeniable odor problem. And she was in sweatpants. I could have melted into the floor.

I wondered what I should do. Should I confess and apologize? “I’m sorry I stunk up your bathroom. I really underestimated the power of that diaper odor. Oh, and by the way, I think sweatpants are absolutely appropriate when working in an indoor play area.” I also could have blamed it on exhaustion, citing the brief four hours of sleep I got last night, but it really comes down to the fact that I’m an idiot sometimes, which is pretty obvious. So, I thought it best to leave it alone and thank God that we’re moving soon.

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Comments

1 Cool Kid Came To Play

Petite Mom blog on September 18, 2006 5:37 pm
Surely everyone knew it was you anyway. LOL. That always seems to happen so most likely it has happened to everyone in your presence.