Monday, 19 October 2009

the joy of nappy changing

so, its 6am, I have the physicality of a zombie, the attitude of a drag queen with a hangover  and its the first change of the day.

I open the nappy to find she's been busy but eventually I get her clean and dry, I turn my back to get a clean nappy and when I return she's wet the changing mat, herself and her clothes.

So I strip her down, get her clean and dry with new clothes, turn my back to get something and its then shes all wet again.

ck's calling from the bedroom to see if I'm okay,  so whilst I'm standing there surrounded by sodden clothes, spoiled nappys, a half dressed baby and various changing detris, I call back "I'm fine!"

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