For the second week in a row, Maddie “blew out” her diaper all over her clothing and mine. Poop everywhere. How can such a little girl produce so much force to spread it so far?! Both times it happened right at the start of my Relief Society Presidency meeting. A meeting that typically lasts 1.5 hours.
Of course I had tons of wet wipes and even a change of clothing for Maddie. But did I think to bring a spare for myself? Even after the first time it happened? Of course not. So, I spent the entire meeting in my soiled shirt that I vigorously tried to scrub clean with paper towels and hand soap from the bathroom.
Here’s where the story gets sad: I could have gone home as soon as the meeting ended and changed clothing. I could have put on a clean shirt as soon as I walked in the door. I could have. Instead, I took Warren and Madeline to the park (still understandable, I suppose) and then remained in the t-shirt even after I returned home. Even until the end of the day.
Why, you ask? Because I’ve thrown in the towel, folks! I’ve realized that I cannot escape these laundry catastrophes. They’ve won. I won’t fight them anymore. Might as well only ruin one shirt as opposed to several.
What’s your worst stain story?