Murphy's law is an adage or epigram that is typically stated as: "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong".
And that pretty much sums up our weekend. Travis woke up on Saturday morning with this brilliant idea to pack up the girls and drive 85 miles to the nearest outlet mall to buy Josie some much needed clothes in size 18M. So we started loading up our stuff and hustling to get out of the house and on the road.
About halfway down the interstate, I realized I brought my breast pump but I forgot the accessories. I could not go all day without pumping! Luckily, there was a Target between our house and the outlet mall so Travis ran in to buy some accessories.
Then we pulled over to get lunch and feed the girls. I went to get Merryn out of her car seat and discovered that she had produced the single biggest blow out I had ever seen! It was all over her and her car seat. Fabulous timing, kid! Travis laid out a blanket in the back of the SUV and I laid her down and realized it was too cold and windy to undress and change her with the hatch open.
Travis: "What are you going to do?"
Me: "I'm going to climb back there with her and you're going to shut the hatch."
Travis: "The double stroller and all of our stuff is back there - you won't fit!"
Me: "Watch me!"
So I climbed into a space about the size of a shoe box, squatting with my knees against my chest, and insisted he shut the door. He threw the keys in there with me in case the claustrophobia overwhelmed me and I needed to pop the hatch and escape, and he ran into Wendy's to get us some lunch while I tackled the poop explosion.
The blowout was horrific! I kept wiping and wiping and wiping...baby wipes were not going to cut it. The kid needed a bath! If there had been a public fountain nearby, I would have submerged her. But that was not an option. I tore through our supply of baby wipes and ended up having to finish the job with Clorox wipes. Desperate times call for desperate measures!
Being the seasoned mother that I am, of course I know it's important to always bring along a change of clothes for circumstances like this, right? WRONG! I had nothing! So I wrapped Merryn in a clean blanket. Luckily, Sam Walton was smiling down on us and we spotted the bright lights of Walmart. I sent Travis in to get Merryn something to wear.
He returned with hodge podge ensemble:
The purple socks were all that was left of the adorable outfit that she left the house in (a gift from Grammie Deb that once belonged to Josie). She no longer coordinated perfectly with her sister but it didn't matter because when I went to get Josie out of the car, I found this:
In just over an hour, my cute and coordinated kiddos had morphed into a couple of rag-a-muffins! Had I known there would be "After" pictures, I would have taken "Before" pictures!
We completed our shopping and returned home. I went to throw the soiled clothes in the wash and discovered our dryer was broken. Right about then, Merryn decided to projectile vomit all over our bed, comforter, and carpet...bringing the tally of waiting loads of laundry up to about 8 - with a broken dryer. Sensational! It was the perfect ending to a perfect day!
I told Travis "These are the parenting moments that we will always remember and tell stories about."