The root of this particular mommy fail was overconfidence. Luckily for me, every time I'm feeling like I've got this mom thing under control, the universe takes me down a notch to show me where I belong.
I decided that Little Spaghetti and I could take a quick trip into one of our favorite sandwich shops for lunch. And by quick trip, I mean without the diaper bag and all the other crap I usually take into places with me. I grabbed a diaper and a few wipes, went inside and ordered lunch. All was well until...I heard an all too familiar grunting sound, followed by an all too familiar squishing sound, and I knew it was time to hit the bathroom for a diaper change.
I walked in, and peeked into his diaper. I didn't have to look far because the poop has squished up his back and onto his shirt. This hasn't happened in months. Why now?
Because I didn't have the diaper bag.
I popped his shirt and pants off and looked around. Where's the changing table? No changing table?!? What kind of a restuarant doesn't have a freakin' changing table?
The kind that you go into without your diaper bag.
So I faced a choice: carry my mostly naked, poop-covered kid through an establishment where 90% of people are eating and the other 10% are waiting to eat, or MacGyver it.
I proceeded to take about two dozen toilet seat covers out of the dispenser on the wall and create a makeshift, relatively germ-free changing area on the floor of the bathroom. I arranged the covers just right so that the seat part of one cover lined up with the hole part of another cover, and there wasn't any floor showing. Then I made a second layer.
I won't even get into the part where I had to wet some paper towels to use as wipes since I only had a couple on me...
It worked...mostly. Though it was perhaps not the most eco-friendly diaper change I've ever done.
All I wish is that I'd taken a picture, but wouldn't you know it: my camera was in the diaper bag.