40 minutes into a 4 hour road trip, and our little munchkin graced us with the diaper explosion of all time, the biggest and best in her short but sassy little life. Bonus time! We were stopping to pick up a pregnant lady (read as: can probably smell the footprints on the moon), who then had to sit in the back seat the entire trip with our little stinker.
I used a towel, an entire box of clorox wipes, and half a bottle of Febreze trying to clean that shit up. Also? We forgot wipes. HOW DID WE FORGET WIPES. (Don’t worry, we didn’t use the clorox on her cute little booty. Though I admit I did think about it.)
This poor kid. I get it now, how people always apologize to their first-born for screwing them up. But to be honest? I doubt I’ll be much more organized with any other kid either. That’s assuming that I lose my mind and decide that I want to do this again. I LOVE YOU BABY, BUT HOT DAMN, YOU ARE HARD WORK.
Side-note, anyone ever bleached a car seat?