today, my darling baby dribbled poo into our "club's" swimming pool.
two drips to be exact.
she was not swimming. nor was i.
but she was close enough to the water that when massive diarrhea exploded from her bottom into her rubber lined swim diaper (thanks omnicef!), there was no way to contain it. i caught it with my hand. until it seeped through my fingers and dripped into the pool.
catastrophe.
seriously.
i ran to the manager to tell her what happened.
i was SO embarrassed.
she was SO angry.
she yelled at me.
i wanted to yell back, but i didn't.
instead i sank into the bathroom and cleaned up my baby, then invited all the disappointed parents to a backyard playdate at my house to ensure that i hadn't ruined everyone's day.
only mine.
this afternoon, the pool manager sent out a not-so-friendly reminder that all infants and toddlers must wear swim diapers and rubber pants even if they are just near the pool and not in it.
really?
nothing could have contained the diarrhea that came out of my 14 pound wonder.
sometimes people just have to accept that
sh*t happens.
the end.
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