This week I have AGAIN been sick as a dog. Virus causing 101.7 fevers in a middle aged woman and toilet hugging behavior – just madness.
I arrive at school to pick up the girls – wondering if I can get there and back without heaving in the car (nice…). Get Landon,… get Tennyson. We are walking down the hall towards home – great … only a few more feet and I will just about escape notice – hiding behind my baseball cap.
I see a diaper on the floor – hmmm, well that is odd. One must have fallen out of a parent’s bag. Hug Tenny tighter…..she feels lighter you know… Hang on… her butt is naked — how can that be….NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.. Instead of the cold cocktail I thought my greet me and make me feel better, I feel a stream of warm pee pee running down my leg. Tennyson was the rightful owner of the fallen diaper.
- Pampers design?
- Application error?
- Karma Kelly must have incurred as a wretched but wealthy queen in Elizabethan times?
My money is on #3. I swear Murphy has crapped all over me lately – can he just move on to the next victim?