I was reading a blog about a mom with a bunch of kids who was trying to do her school shopping and one thing led to another and by the end of it she was covered in poop and when she tried to run back inside the store to wash her hands she found the toilets were broken and when she got back out to the car she discovered all of the stuff she'd just shoved in the car (around the 5 boxes of crap her husband had left in there - thank you darling) had all fallen out on the road.
I like to listen to what some may consider inappropriate music. Mostly rap from my younger days, and perhaps a metal song or two sprinkled in for my listening pleasure. (But never around the children. Its my dirty secret, and I play it really loud when I'm alone. And even though it's always the radio edit version, I feel like a teenager and like I'm really cool and still relevant.)
Whilst I was reading about this mom's experience, I was reminded of a event in my own life. I was shopping in Home Depot. I could have been with a family member who was visiting. Maybe my sister? I don't remember, to be honest. Anyhow, I had the two kids, Lexi and Addie. And, while we were going about our merry business, Addie did some major business. I mean, like, all over her body. It was up her back and down her legs and in every nook and cranny. I think some may have even made it on the ceiling. There was no way I was going to get away with using wipes to clean the mess.
So, I considered my options, and decided to give her a bath. In the Home Depot bathroom. I stripped her down in one sink, filled another with some water, let her "play" a bit while cleaned the one I'd used to get her nekked (and good heavens it was n-a-s-t-y), washed her good and clean and dried her off with the paper towels.
And now, when I rap "The Humpty Dance", I rap, "I once got busy in a Home Depot bathroom."