Just Another Beautiful Day in SAHM-ville

I just changed Thad’s diaper, in the bathtub, because the contents were everywhere—including down his legs, up his back, in his socks, on the back of his arms(??) and all over me by the time I got him up the stairs.

Depositing him in the tub, I took off all his clothing, showered him down (while all the time he is reaching for me for a hug), then scrubbed him with soap. I got him out, held him, toweled him off, fresh diapered and clothed him and sent him on his way. I then rinsed out and wrapped up his clothing and threw it in the wash.

The diaper and the onesie???? I threw them away. I couldn’t bear to try and separate the onesie from the diaper so I could rinse it out and put it in the washer. So Thad has one less onesie. I think it’s recyclable, so it shouldn’t disturb the earth-lovers too much.

Clean baby? Check.
Disinfected bathtub? Check.
Biohazard contained? Check.

Sanity? Ch—?

Oh well.

Totally worth it.