So the Pope arrived in town today. Philip, as our intrepid parish council president had one (and only one!) ticket to view his arrival at Andrews AFB. Sadly, I don’t have any pictures to share because Philip turned down the ticket because he felt he couldn’t take that much time off of work. He just couldn’t appreciate the importance of the event, especially to my blog. Short sighted man.
And even though on Friday he will officially be over 40, I won’t be trading him in for a younger, newer, more blog sensitive model. Where would I be without him, after all? OK, so I could’ve gone without following him to Korea, but still he’s very useful. Did you see the Pantry of Love he made me? He even cleans out the Mama Car, right down to bringing in all the extraneous bags floating around in it.
And if one of those bags contains say, extra diapers and wipes, one really can’t fault him for that, right? Because after all, he was helping me out.
So it was my turn to drive ballet carpool this morning. I have to bring both of my boys with me, which isn’t really that big of a deal. Except that for the first time ever, Bip had a poopie diaper while waiting. He didn’t smell particularly bad, but he kept saying very clearly, “Mama, me-a poopie!” What could I do? All the other waiting parents heard him. I knew I didn’t have any diapers in my purse, so I went out for the spares in the car.
Of which there weren’t any. See above paragraph.
So what is a mom to do?
I searched and searched that car for any diapers. And since Bip had a cloth diaper on, I also needed some sort of bag for putting the soiled one into. What I came up with was one rogue cloth diaper-turned burp cloth, circa 1970. My mom gave me a bunch of my old cloth diapers to use as burp cloths. Why that one was still in our car long after Bip outgrew the spitting up, I have no idea. But there it was. I also found some wipes, still wet. And a Priority Mail bag, unused. Just enough to get the job done.
The burp cloth was very thin, not like the luxurious cloth diapers I use. But it would get us through the last 10 minutes of dance class and the 20 minute ride home. Fortunately, Bip already had pins in the soiled diaper and a diaper cover or it wouldn’t have worked at all. Back in the bathroom, I dunked the liner in gloriously clean toilet and stuck the whole thing in the mailing bag. I twisted the top and walked out like it was no big deal, feeling very much like MacGyver.
Good for Philip, cleaning out my car. Not so good with the removing of my spare diapers.
I’m starting to think I need my own theme song.