What? You have never heard of EST week? That is why it pays to read this blog, my peeps. I keep you in the know. In honor of the fact that Huggies are the thickEST wipes around, Huggies is spending the week celebrating all things EST. Today we are kicking it off with a celebration of all things poop. Ok, so maybe not a CELEBRATION (although we do often talk a bit too much about poop on this blog), but let’s discuss one of my “poopiEST” situations.
As I have mentioned time and time again, we are a fan of the road trip. Some people might call being trapped in a car with 3 little people for seven hours torture, but oddly enough we call it vacation. But I will confess, one of the problems with road trips is bathroom emergency. The worst kind of emergency is with the out of diapers set because sometimes they fail to tell you they need to potty until you hear, “Mommy, I’ve got to go potty bad. RIGHT NOW!!” and you see nothing but cornfields for miles. Ack.
But I propose that there is a worse problem (cause let’s be honest WORST case scenario there are always some bushes by the side of the road). That problem arises with the still in diaper crowd. When you smell an odor all the way in the front seat wafting up from the back, you know things can’t be good. Again, no exits to be found. And then, the kid, unhappy with his lot in life begins to wail. You give your hubby the “you better find someplace to pull over and fast” look and pray that the state patrol isn’t around as he steps on the gas.
We found ourselves in such a situation and the nearest exit to be found was a sad and pathetic one. Our choices were a) gas station that clearly was built sometime in the Eisenhower administration and had the kind of facilities that were outside the building and required a key or b) Taco Bell. Well any parent in their right mind is choosing the Taco Bell. And not only because at the time of this trip I still ate questionable forms of meat if they were slathered in “cheese” a top some nacho chips.
As I go to grab my child out of the car seat I notice that we have a situation on our hands. This was one of those blow outs that no diaper could hold (not even a Huggies, ahem). It was everywhere. Legs, back, car seat. Nothing was spared. So I grab the toxic baby and head for the restroom. Peel off the clothes and they go straight for the garbage. Yes, the outfit was cute, but barely salvageable in this situation. I wiped down exposed parts of the child with wipe and proceed to take her over to the changing station.
Except there is no changing station. I even checked the handicapped stall where they sometimes hide those things. No station. I yell out the door to my hubby, “Can you ask them where there changing station is?” I am not sure what I thought the result of that was going to be. I think I was secretly hoping they would say they only had one in the men’s room so I could pass this nightmare off to someone else. Nada.
So I bring my diapered baby back out to the restaurant. Find a corner booth, lay down a changing mat and change her. YES, I was probably committing 700 different kinds of health code violations, but let’s be honest. There were probably 700 more going on in the kitchen (don’t sue me Taco Bell). I did not know what else to do!! The floor of the bathroom seemed an incredibly gross option. In retrospect there were probably much better options, but I was a first time mom in a panic!! Oh the shame. Judge away.
How is that for a kick off to a celebration!! Nothing like a good poop story to get a party started!! Huggies will be partying all week over on Facebook and Twitter where you can share your silliEST, funEST, happiEST, and of course poopiEST stories. Make sure to head over and join in all the fun!!