diaper band-aid

This morning was not my most shining moment as a parent. Baby sleep trumps all in this household, but after this morning I may have to rethink that theory.

Knox and I dropped Surrey off at preschool at 9:00. Initially, Knox seemed unusually irritated in his car seat. Some might say he was writhing. Press on I told him, the red light would soon turn green and he'd be lulled to sleep by the moving car. It's ok, Knox. It's ok, Knox. Chill out little buddy. You see, we have gotten in a killer routine of baby boy sleeping in his car seat the entire morning and I'm not willing to give that up for a little fussiness.

If Knox had audible words (as opposed to inaudible?) he would've told me to shove it. Because three hours later, once we got home from picking Surrey up, I had to peel sweet boy's diaper off like a band-aid. I mean that seriously. Think about when you've ripped a band-aid off. Pulling it off, fighting the adhesion and wincing in pain with every millimeter slowly uncovered. Except this diaper band-aid's adhesive was caked-on, three-hour-old poop. Just, omg. I literally threw out the onesie and pants he was wearing. No laundry detergent can be expected to fix that. Ten minutes and two pounds of wipes later Knox was "cleaned" up (can one ever fully recover from such a mess - doubtful) and Surrey was almost in tears wondering where in the world her mac and cheese lunch was. 

Mac and cheese for Surrey, a bottle for Knox. Catching up on the morning at preschool over the lunch table. Admittedly, I was texting a good friend about my parenting fail. And then I noticed maybe the worst part of the whole thing - poop on the finger I was texting with. Poop on the hand I had prepped lunch with. Again, just, omg. Lesson learned: hand sanitizer cannot replace soap and water. It may be easier to manage while holding a baby, but from now on I will 100% of the time put the baby down in a safe place and opt for real deal hand washing.

Moral of the story: never underestimate initial car seat fussiness. And if you do, most definitely do not ignore the smell of spoiled milk coming from the car seat and child halfway through preschool freedom, even if waking up said child will ruin the morning's hope of a workout. You hate Jillian Michaels anyway.