I'll start...
I just changed THE most disgusting poop diaper of all time.
It took me TWENTY wipes to get that booty clean.
Sometimes when I'm doing something like that I think...
"You cannot come up with enough financial compensation to make this worthwhile for me."
I mean... I am not the one who thought it was a good idea to serve this kid a pound of black beans yesterday... and I should not have to clean up the shit storm.
Did I mention that this is a little boy?
I'm still not totally used to changing boys.
Well the necessity of 20 wipes and the need to actually clean all his parts resulted in something that shall remain nameless.
But believe me when I tell you I have never been more traumatized.
Ever.
Ever.
I just wanted to clutch my face and scream "MY EYES! MY EYES!"
But then I might have gotten Ecoli in them and died.
Girls might have more 'tude but they don't traumatize you when you change their diapers.
And there is something to be said for that.
