There are many different types of pressure in life such as money, work, and being human in general. I just found a new type of pressure tonight.
I was hanging out with my daughter (15 months old) this evening when I smelled something funky. It was the dreaded #2. It was upstairs for us. On the way to the changing table I grabbed three wipes and got to work. Unfortunately, staring back at me was a six wipe bum.
Now I like to think of myself as cool under pressure. In this case, I had to improvise. With beads of sweat forming on my brow, I carefully used my three wipes, cleaning the area as much as possible without any stuff to skin contact. Then, I grabbed one of the cloths we have under the changing table, and finished the job. My daughter was laughing at me on the inside, I’m sure.
The response I just received from my wife as I told her this story was,”You’re doing the laundry this week.” I get no sympathy around here. I guess having to do this four times in one day may have hardened her a little 🙂 .
Speaking of poop, I’ve started my entry for the writing contest I mentioned the other day. This one was started the old fashioned way, with pencil and paper (a scrap piece of paper I had laying around rather than the Moleskine). I’m happy with it so far.